‘If masks and social distancing don’t work, then what the hell happened to the flu?’
Though my spot on the introversion spectrum lies somewhere between Kleenex box-wearing Howard Hughes and urine-collecting Howard Hughes (and as I continue to age, I’m on a bullet train to raw-fish-eating Gollum), I still usually get sick in the winter at least once.
In the past, while grocery shopping or taking in a matinee movie, I’d occasionally run into someone I know.