Dressed like a housewife, or in a suit and a tie

I want to walk over to people who are not six feet (or, hell, make it four) and shout out the edict, maybe “leave room for the holy ghost!”. And, in keeping that the stakes are higher than a Catholic school dance, ” and the holy Tyler’s cousin! “. The problem with this bit of vigilantism is then everyone would be on me for touching my face — and where will it all end?

I was looking for some goofy comments I remember from a vice president Biden at the time of … I guess it was H1N1.  …2009wise.  Because, not in keeping with more measured attempt from Obama, it was a casual suggestion of hyperventilating — don’t touch a thing, gloves, oh boy … Extrapolate it to now how you wish.


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