Invasion of the Maskholes

It was a beautiful, sunny, breezy, 84-degree day yesterday here in South Florida.  On top of that I had the bonus of laughing all day at the spectacle of all the tourists “from up North,” as they say in Florida (mostly New Yawk — DeBlasio and Cuomo voters — and New Jersey), walking around outside with masks on.  The number one candidate for buffoon of the day was a guy in swim trunks and a t-shirt carrying a beach chair, walking to the beach, wearing a mask.  Older Northerners especially seem to have terrified looks on their faces despite the masks when they spot someone like me (i.e., a normal-looking human being) walking toward them.  A few of them who had their masks down around their chins to eat or drink something quickly put them back on whenever another human approached them on the sidewalk.  All of this idiocy occurs because they agree with a guy “from up North” I got paired with on a golf course who advised the other three us in the group to “listen to Dr. Fauci.”

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