I had never had covid yet,
but the quarter and change I got back from the self-checkout kiosk at CVS
definitely had a virus on them. That is how I caught the flu this year. So that
was last Saturday night. I felt bad Sunday, but I was wearing a mask when I left the
house Monday morning—I noticed it was gone when I woke up feeling bad on the
bus and the bus pulled up to the train station downtown, which is nowhere near
where I normally go. I probably had a high fever, but I was so parched that I
doubt I was spraying many droplets of infection or anything else if you know
what I mean. I suddenly found myself on the wrong train and wearing a mask that
was definitely not mine. I got off at the next stop and was accosted by all
these females that live around there I guess. They were advertising drugs. Not
one of those ladies had my mask, too.
