Let’s take a look at yours truly on January 1st 2020 when a time traveler from the future told me that in a few short months I’d have “nice masks” I’d irrationally save for good days, just like I “save” my nice shoes and shirts:
Final sale because, well, when you try them on you breathe into them.
It got a bit cold at the dappered home offices the other day, and during an early, early morning walk with the dog, the cold was making my nose run a bit. I wiped my nose with my glove, and there staring back at me was a tiny slime trail of nose goo on my gloved hand.
I thought to myself:
“This is how this gets real bad in the next few months.”