When boarding planes for my last couple or three flights, especially in the last couple of years, I’d spot a passenger or two wearing a surgical mask.
I used to think it odd, but understandable. Commercial flights, like elementary schools or Florida beaches in March, might as well be petri dishes.
Years ago, I was subjected to/healed by immunosuppressant drugs. My year and a half of “chemo lite” taught me:
- To open doors with a shirt tail over my hand.
- To go straight to the bathroom from my car to wash my hands.
- To avoid crowds in the big shopping seasons, like Black Friday, December, and Saturdays.
- To dodge my friends with grandchildren if they mentioned they were catching or getting over a cold.
- To take my own reading material to a doctor’s waiting room. Except for the dentist. He has The BEST magazines, and people aren’t usually sick when they go to the dentist. But it has to be a REALLY intriguing travel or lifestyle magazine. Not one of the usual suspects.
Yet, I always went to the barn, where I’m older than most of my fellow students’ parents. Besides, fresh air at the barn dilutes all the cooties. The concentrated air of a restaurant table? Not so much.
Likewise, horse shows and Saratoga racing were always exempt from my No Crowds Rule.
Except now, I’m thinking they won’t be.