I had my
maiden mask trip out yesterday.
Strapped on my mask and went downtown.
First, I
walked into John’s Butcher Block and announced, “Your salami or your life.” No
one laughed. There is something inherently unfunny about wearing a mask.
Next I went
to a convenience store. On the way in the store, my breath seeped up and onto
my glasses….fogging them…making it difficult to find the handle of the door. A
nice gentleman opened the door for me. I have to tell you….wearing a mask while
approaching a convenience store cashier is a disturbing feeling. I didn’t make
any quick moves. I deliberately reached into my pocket…slowly…handed over my
money, then stepped away, and started feeling for the front door.
I asked
Fairfield’s most famous surgical masked man, Dr. Patrick Molt, about my
problem. He suggested washing my glasses in Dawn dishwashing liquid, or putting
pipe cleaners inside the top of the mask, thus sealing it from my breath.
I’ve also learned
that my I-phone, which uses face recognition, doesn’t recognize me anymore.
Finally, I’m
really bad with putting names with faces. Now I only get with half faces. Please don’t be offended if
you say “Hi Mike” to me and I respond----“Great to see you, Bud.” That means I
don’t have a clue. It is sort of like my I-phone is with me.
You and I
will have to get used to this ……new normal.
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