Got an invite to a circus tomorrow night. I don’t get around too well, but a circus invite sounded okay. A walker keeps me upright. Sitting for more than 30 minutes makes my legs all hurty, but if I stand up for a few minutes, or, even better, walk a couple hundred steps, I’m okay.
Admission to
the circus requires proof of vaccination. A small “Arrgh.” All spectators must
wear a mask for the entire performance, and, one presumes, onto and from the circus
area.
At that
point, I said to my wife, who was coordinating with the inviter, “I’m not
going.” My wife got the “He’s being that way again” look and relayed my
declination.
Here’s the thing.
Some places I know I will wear a mask. A doctor’s office, a restaurant from the
front door to a table. Those are the only places I have worn a mask in more
than a year. I bought a hair clipper, so I don’t go to a barber’s. My wife does
all the shopping.
I don’t see
any sense in wearing a mask to begin with, and I refuse to let anybody think I
am going to “Baa-baa-baa” my way through the years I have remaining.
Good call.
ReplyDeleteI won't go anywhere that a face diaper or The Jab is required.
I support anybody who refuses to wear a mask, for whatever reason. Sitting in a doctor's office seeing all the other masked people, but they all -- all -- have devices before their faces. Arise, free people of the world! You have nothing to lose but your masks!
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