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As the doorbell rang, I let go of the napkin I was fingering and hurried, then slowed down, as I walked to the door. Ted watched me from the other side of the room and smiled reassuringly. My heart felt as if it would leap out of my chest. I took a deep breath, paused at the door, put a smile on my face, and said a brief prayer. As I opened the door, Valerie was on the other side with a silly grin on her face.
I see what you did there, we of the “yellow badges”.
Yup.
Susan, I have thought about badges or signs for “social distancing” as well. I’m getting tired of walking down the sidewalk and someone moves to the other side of the street or just into the street to get as far away from me as possible. I thought you only did that if the people walking toward you were sketchy. Of course, maybe I’m not so self aware and am one of the sketchy ones.
I don’t think so—I just think people are paranoid. I move to the edge of the sidewalk I’m on during my morning walks, and on the narrower sidewalks I move a foot onto the grass, just before we pass each other. But some of them walk in the middle of the street! With masks! I guess I should be more understanding but I’m just not.
I refuse to be afraid of everyone. I do not see all other people as disease-ridden enemies.
Yes, Susan, the yellow badges in your well-conceived story triggered a thought that I had a few days ago: If “the government” (or “our betters”–whatever form they took) told us to wear badges to designate us in some way, would we do it? Do we really know the end game that some have in mind?
It would be a step too far–way too far. I wouldn’t.
I would also object to mandated badges, etc. — and suspect there’d be a serious First Amendment objection raised. But I recall someone (wish I could remember who) suggesting that those who are worried about distance might take it upon themselves to wear a colored bracelet or some such, something to indicate to others that they have a special concern. That would put the onus on those who want extra distance to communicate that, and give them an easy way to do so, while leaving the rest free to go about their lives normally.
Interesting suggestion, Hank, but there’d be problems. Did you put your bracelet on today? Is it large enough to be seen? Will they be colored according to your co-morbidity? I know you’re just sharing someone else’s suggestion, but I’m quite concern about more steps alienation that might be taken. Darn.
IMO, this would make a terrific short story, slightly extended.
John Updike never had such great material.
What makes this story funny is that it is not funny. And that it not a criticism of the post. This ongoing charade makes we want to do every thing I can to get infected and get it over with. Seriously.
If there were a clinical trial where someone could give you a low dose of viral spray in your nose to see what the outcome was, I would sign up for it today.
“Absurd” might fit the bill. You tapped into my intent.
Absurd is a word that is used not nearly enough.
“Charade” is the word that catches my eye. So much of our lives today revolves around playing pretend for an imaginary social-media audience. It’s like virtue signaling has seeped into our bones, and we can’t differentiate between our true selves and the avatar we wish to present the digital world.
I continually have the sense of living in a dream. How can this be real life?
We don’t need no badges. I don’t have to show you any stinking badges!