If you think that's annoying, then you'll appreciate the reluctance with which I postponed my WTC Health Program appointment this morning. "Sorry, I can't be screened for strange but strangely prevalent cancers because I'd be risking exposure to a strange but strangely ubiquitous respiratory virus that affects the same parts of the body that you'd have been monitoring in order to keep me healthy." Dang, as the Village of the Danged might say.
Meanwhile, I walk into a Costco and find the atavistic shrieking while playing tug-of-war with containers of antiviral hand-wipes until, finally, these flaccid, alcohol-drenched hoarders of the flaccid and alcohol-drenched are prone and kicking each other on the floor. And I can’t help but ask:
Isn’t avoiding the effects of physical contact the reason they’re trying to buy wheelbarrows of hand-wipes in the first place?
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