“Every time I turn my back, someone steals my icecubes!”
Whatever. I think I may never go back to the quick-’n’-dirty stylist at the strip mall ever again. Here’s why: Even though the people behind the virus may turn out to be wholesale genocidal maniacs, I learned things from them about how to avoid getting sick.
I’m talking easy stuff, which Fauci and the CDC mainly lied about: Sunlight, D3, zinc, C – anti-every-viral, and as easy as having breakfast on the patio, at least if you live in Arizona. We were already doing all of that, and I have been a fanatical hand-washer since my school days handling caustic photo chemicals. Even maintaining distance was not news, but managing it as a consistent praxis was.
I don’t work with buyers right now – but, mea culpa, I have worked with sick buyers, and, worse, worked sick with buyers – and it is easy for me to keep my distance selling and leasing. Eliminating most daily direct social contact has been easy, and it promises to get even easier.
Hence, no more Great Clips for me. Doctors and dentists cannot be avoided, but hair stylists who breathe right into my face will continue to live without my money, perhaps forever. I have professional-quality calipers, amateur-quality zeal and a quiet pride in saving both my time and my money – while saving my own life.
In other news:
California Globe: Facing Dry Year, CA State Water Board is Draining California Reservoirs.
David Marcus: How Biden is raising the minimum wage by the back door.
Rough Cut: The New Clerisy: Faith in science is an oxymoron.
Michael Goodwin: A battle over the future of truth in news. Arguing over tenure fro this fraud is choice: She was offered the job for corrupt reasons, then cheated for countervailing corrupt reasons. She should celebrate: Corruption won.
