When I make my necessary gas station or grocery store visit, I’ve seen some people with their masks so loosely tied that there are gaps around their cheeks or, those with somehow acquired medical masks with the top line of the mask sitting dainty on their nose. ( Like,Lord forbid you bend the soft underwire threaded through the top edge and cause a potential indent to your delicate skin.)
I don’t know if my episodes have been caffeine related or what, but a few times I couldn’t , even with my mask on, keep my mouth shut.
I introduce myself from six feet away, quickly give my professional credentials so they don’t think I’m some cuckoo bird and hopefully understand I only want to help. I give a quick pointer on how to make their mask more occlusive. It’s gone over okay. ( However, I don’t stick around, so who knows, maybe there is a brief exchange about ‘ the crazy lady at the gas station’.)
But then, there are the handful of twenty-somethings walking around with their masks slung around their necks, whether in a building or not.
I want to smack them upside the head, but like my mother taught me… I keep my hands to myself.
And do the best eye roll possible.