There was a headline on a swine flu story yesterday that mentioned social distancing. I didn’t read the whole article because I understood exactly what the phrase meant. I’ve been doing the same thing since my husband and I arrived at the airport last Thursday. To me, social distancing means I don’t shake hands with people; I step away from those who sniffle or sneeze or clear their throat as though they’re suppressing a cough; and I quickly retreat from anyone who looks sick or has a real cough.
This is not so easy on an airplane, or in a crowded grocery store, or a restaurant, or a hotel. In all those places, we’re too close to too many people, and we have to touch too many things that could have been handled by someone who’s ill.
In the hotel restaurant this morning, I sat near a gentleman who sneezed twice after he sat down at his table. I watched him for a moment. He looked well. He didn’t sneeze again. I chalked it up to allergies and let it go. He could have been one of the goofballs I mentioned in an earlier post, but probably not.
Those I label goofballs, by the way, are sick people who don’t have sense enough to stay home.
Social distancing is pretty good advice for this situation. And stay home if you’re sick. Please!