THE FOX SQUIRREL
NEW AND IMPROVED
Monday, January 24, 2022
Saturday, January 22, 2022
The Hidden Cost of Masking Up
It seems to me that people are way less friendly than they used to be. Airlines have seen a huge increase in belligerent passengers. It has got to be the masks.
I have noticed that waitstaff at restaurants seem less friendly, and they rely on tips! It has got to be the masks.
My son just told me about a pizza parlor owner busting his chops because he took a packet of hot peppers before his slices were ready for take-out. It has got to be the masks.
In many States, and NJ is one, masks are required for all indoor venues. There are several problems with these rules.
First of all, it seems that unless you have the super protective N95 masks, they really don’t offer much protection. That assertion is born out by the fact that people keep getting infected even though they are wearing masks. Of course, most mask wearers don’t wear them correctly, often leaving their primary breather, the nose, uncovered…or they get in your face when talking and pull down the mask because no one can understand the mask-covered mumble.
So, wear a mask, no big deal, except some people just refuse. What is a proprietor at a store, or an airline attendant to do when someone refuses to follow the rule? Ignore it? Then they risk a fine or losing their job. I imagine workers get pretty cranky having to police mask hating customers. They probably develop an attitude after a while and do not police politely. Fights often in sue.
So, wear a mask, no big deal, except there is always some asshole telling you that you are a sheep and masks do no good, or if you do not wear one there is the other asshole telling you that you are killing their grandmother! Fights often in sue.
There are other problems with the mask. Wear it for a long time and your breath stinks. I found this out after a plane trip with Mrs. C. When we landed she told me I need a piece of gum. I said I didn’t want any gum. She said,
“You don’t understand, YOU NEED A PIECE OF GUM!”
We have to wear a mask in our bowling league, unless you are actively bowling, or eating, or drinking, so, only half the time. While wearing the mask it is not a good idea to make conversation with the other team. With a mask, facial expressions are hidden. I did not know how much facial expressions play a part in friendly conversation.
“Nice shot!” With a mask covered expression, can mean that was a nice shot, or that was a lucky shot, or that was actually a crappy shot. Better to just say nothing.
Our bowling matches are less amicable than before the mask.
Look, the mask thing was a good idea, especially when we thought you could catch this thing if you just walked through a Covid exhalation cloud wafting in the air from the person less than 6 feet from you. Maybe if we all had the correct masks, and we all wore them correctly and we wore them ALL the time, maybe they would be effective; but we don’t, we don’t know how, and we won’t…so.
Enough with the masks. Wear them if you want. Just like wearing a hat in the cold won’t protect you from a cold, and not cracking your knuckles has nothing to do with arthritis, and standing back from the TV won’t save you eyesight, it won’t hurt.
Just don’t make it a law. Especially a law that is almost impossible to enforce.
Whatever benefits there may be from wearing a mask (and the science is leaning towards very limited) in most situations, it is not worth the loss of civility those communication hindering, breath stinking, political dissention creating contraptions are causing.
At least they are nice outside in the winter when the wind chill is 15 degrees.
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
The Games Continue
The gamesmanship in the Cranky house is getting out of hand.
The other day Mrs. C brought home three pretzel bites left over from a Little Annie’s take out, and a box of four large icing covered cinnamon buns.
“The left over pretzel bites are for you, and we get two cinnamon buns each.”
The next morning I ate one bun. It was delicious, but way too big, I should have only had a half.
“I can’t believe you ate one whole bun.”
“I know, I couldn’t help myself, I’m going to eat the other one in halves only.”
“You shouldn’t have either until you finish the pretzel bites.”
“I’m not eating left over pretzel bites when there are delicious cinnamon buns still to be had.”
Yesterday I had one half of a bun with my coffee at breakfast and the other half with coffee after dinner.
“You are supposed to eat the pretzel bites first.”
“What do you mean eat the pretzel bites first? Like there is a dessert rule?”
“Well I am saving the pretzel bites for breakfast tomorrow now that I had my buns.”
Mrs. C had a half bun after her dinner and then she also took and ate the three pretzel bites.
“What the heck? I was going to eat them in the morning.”
“They’ve been here for two days, it’s too late, I ate them before they went stale.”
“Fine, then I’m having a half cinnamon bun in the morning.”
“Oh no you are not!”
This morning after breakfast I looked for the buns to have one half with my coffee. They were nowhere to be found. I checked under every towel and all the other usual hiding spots…NOTHING!
I ran upstairs,
“I hate you, I can’t believe you hid the buns, especially after you ate my pretzel bites!”
“I didn’t hide them, I ate them.”
“I ate them because I knew you were going to have some this morning.”
This was a new one to me. Mrs. C can be sneaky, she can be playful, she can be greedy, but she has never before been spiteful.
“I can’t believe you, those buns were huge, you could get sick eating both especially after eating my pretzel bites!”
“You had your chance with the pretzel bites.”
“I hate you!”
I then went down stairs just a little miffed. OK, I stomped downstairs.
About ten minutes later Mrs. C called me back upstairs.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“We need to talk.”
Oh shit, the four most dreaded words to a husband in every marriage ever!
“I didn’t eat the last buns, I hid them so we could share them after dinner tonight.”
“Oh, thank God! I didn’t mind that you hid them, but eating them? First of all that could have made you sick, and second of all that was just spiteful. You’ve never been spiteful before.”
“I know, I wanted to surprise you tonight, but I felt bad because you had that hurt puppy dog look on you face.”
“Where did you hide them, I looked all over.”
“I know, I hid them good.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
I’ve never thought Mrs. C was stupid, then I never thought she was spiteful either. Fortunately she is neither.
Oh yeah, she did call me a jerk.