The skies are filled with Americans’ virtual flights of fancy. You see, the country has been sitting on two intersecting tectonic plates. The first one, the coronavirus pandemic fault, caused a 27.11 earthquake on the Richter scale. It had its upside. Halloween masks could have been as revolutionary as the Model T car. I planned to go door-to-door in a clear mask wearing a healthy-person costume.
The next earthquake, a 32.72 on the same scale, flung us back into a much-changed reality. I caught the coronavirus before the masks, so I kept on putting on lipstick before I realized only the inside of my cute mask would see it. Then, I got used to going naked. My face’s jailbreak from makeup!
It wasn’t all bad. The virus gave me three eye surgeries, one I wouldn’t recommend for a good time. But then it handed me sort-of perfect vision. What? I’ve worn glasses for decades and decades. I can’t think without my glasses. They give me clear insight!
Alas, I see my naked face demands attention after nine months of absolute freedom. Sort of like when we burned our bras.
Okay. Enough of that. Let’s laugh!
What Would You Do?
What Would You Do?