Wrap Grandma in Bubble Wrap — It’s a COVID World

Last week, I heard about a woman who wrapped herself in plastic so she could hug her grandkids. It got me thinking about how our lives have changed since COVID hit.
We can’t touch each other. Unless we share a living space and a bathroom, no hugs, handshakes or pats on the arm unless we’re wearing hazmat suits (or bubble wrap). The elbow bump is probably okay.
We’re home a lot. Many of us who are lucky enough to have a job are doing it from home, often amid the noise of offspring, our neighbor’s offspring, construction outside the window, or any number of other potential distractions. Not to mention needing to be careful not to leave the laptop too close to the bathroom if you need to pee during a videoconference.
We sometimes have to wait in line to buy stuff. Kind of like Russia before 1991. Luckily, toilet paper hoarding has ceased.
We have to get our temperatures taken at the hair salon. At least for the most part we can go to the hair salon now, rather than walk around with corona hair.
It’s now socially acceptable to be a germophobe. Hand sanitizer, once used most often in porta potties at an outdoor event, is now as essential an item in everyone’s life as a phone charger.
Indoors is scary. Most of us are hesitant to spend a lot of time inside public places, even with masks — especially when we see other people wearing their masks under their noses. Maybe they’re mouth-breathers.
Halloween will be virtual this year. No trick-or-treating in person unless the candy’s been sprayed with Lysol. Which wouldn’t be such a good idea. A Zoom party can include competing for prizes for the best costume, and photos of the food would-be partygoers could eat if they were actually there.