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An unforeseen benefit of masks
You may have seen my previous post on why I don’t like the face masks we’re supposed to be using in lockdown. Today I found an unforeseen benefit!
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Yes, they stop you breathing in vapour trails of other shoppers.
Yes, they protect others when you might not know you have covid-19. Yes, they stop you touching your face so much. And yesterday, I was asked for ID at the supermarket because the cashier couldn’t see my face. Boom, I liked that. At 35, it’s a thrill, trust me. The stupid thing was, the cashier looked at my driver’s license and let me pass with my box of beer, but didn’t see my face without the mask…. so how could she check it was me on the card? Totally overthinking, I know. Here’s that photo again of me in hospital, with my mask. Just cos I like that photo. Stay safe, stay home. Lou x Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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