Here’s my Covididiot experience of the day:

So the lady who used to take care of our building has stopped working prior to the whole Covid thing but could still keep her apartment. She is 82 and lives with her 35-year-old son.

So, as soon as the first lockdown began (in France), she locked herself up in her apartment and her son worked from home. Well, guess what? She still has not put a foot outside of her small apartment, and it’s been more than a year and a half now. When the mail arrives, she’s supposed to put them in the mailboxes (that was the arrangement found for her to keep her apartment). Well, when this happens, the postman puts them on the floor, her son waits for a few hours (fears he’d get contaminated), puts them outside and then sorts through them. While doing this, he wears a mask and plastic gloves, which he then throws away outside. If there’s a person who goes out in the small inner courtyard at the same time, he quickly moves far away.

Anyway, they have their groceries delivered to their place. Yesterday, I saw the son outside - he was off to the post office, masked up to the eyes (the duck-like masks), and wearing plastic gloves too!

I don’t know whether these people are ever going to have a life again, but I’m pretty sure they feel heroic doing all of these things they’re doing. The guy’s life, in particular, went from being pretty solitary and not really sociable to being the savior of the world. At least, I tell myself that that’s how they must feel.

Here’s my Covididiot experience of the day:

So the lady who used to take care of our building has stopped working prior to the whole Covid thing but could still keep her apartment. She is 82 and lives with her 35-year-old son.

So, as soon as the first lockdown began (in France), she locked herself up in her apartment and her son worked from home. Well, guess what? She still has not put a foot outside of her small apartment, and it’s been more than a year and a half now. When the mail arrives, she’s supposed to put them in the mailboxes (that was the arrangement found for her to keep her apartment). Well, when this happens, the postman puts them on the floor, her son waits for a few hours (fears he’d get contaminated), puts them outside and then sorts through them. While doing this, he wears a mask and plastic gloves, which he then throws away outside. If there’s a person who goes out in the small inner courtyard at the same time, he quickly moves far away.

Anyway, they have their groceries delivered to their place. Yesterday, I saw the son outside - he was off to the post office, masked up to the eyes (the duck-like masks), and wearing plastic gloves too!

I don’t know whether these people are ever going to have a life again, but I’m pretty sure they feel heroic doing all of these things they’re doing. The guy’s life, in particular, went from not being pretty solitary and not really sociable to being the savior of the world. At least, I tell myself that that’s how they must feel.