It’s a Thursday evening, therefore the restaurant that is modern midtown Manhattan is mobbed. a new girl goes to welcome her buddies but pauses. “Are we nevertheless kissing in the cheek?” she asks. (the solution seems to be a tentative yes.) some guy in a suit that is gray out a container of Purell. “You could offer that for $100 on Amazon,” some body next to him jokes. The guy that is gray-suit and walks away, clutching his bottle near to their upper body. an unattended hand sanitizer sits on dining table, appropriate close to a cappuccino, eyed covetously because of the people nearby. Some body coughs. Everybody cringes.

Meanwhile, my date is later. We fiddle through my clutch to find something I’ve brought him: a mask, jammed between my tips, wallet, phone, lipstick, and Purell. He travels a lot for their work, and I also thought it could be a funny present. (mais…)