Day One Hundred Six

I have a question.

HOW?

Okay, so that's probably not specific enough, but it is very literally my question. HOW?

We've been living in this crazy alternate timeline, one I super don't like, for over three months now. For over three months, we've known masks are a good idea in public, so I've been wearing them. I'm not implying that I'm spending much time in public. The opposite is actually true. Target still owns me, but far less frequently, and I've ventured into Lowe's a few times because of the playhouse, but that's close to the entire list. In fact, the girls and I set foot inside a Gap Outlet this past week and it was the first time we'd been in a regular store since March. We only did it because the store was completely empty and I needed to buy more masks. I knew they had some in stock.

Really, it's all about masks.

Each of the ten or so times I've set foot inside a public place, I have worn a mask. I usually also wear sunglasses. Oh, and my hair had been in a ponytail on weekdays, which never happened when we all went to offices and such for work. Basically, I'm walking around fully disguised.

AND YET.

Each of the ten or so times I've set foot inside a public space, someone has recognized me and insisted on saying "Hi." In theory I don't mind such a thing, but in practice I don't really want to stand around and talk to someone for 10 minutes during a global pandemic. I'm basically trying to get in and out without running into anybody.

AND YET.

THEY KEEP RECOGNIZING ME.

How. That is my question. How are people seeing me across an expanse and confidently IDing me?

I need a better disguise.

Comments

[Kathy]

I was recognized by a co-worker the other day and am still wondering how he knew it was me. We passed each other more than 6 feet apart, I had on my mask and my glasses. And yet, I found myself getting a quick update on life when I just wanted to get out of the store.