So I’m at a pharmacy, getting a prescription filled. The pharmacy tech is behind a shield, of course. She’s also wearing a mask, naturally. And, not so naturally, she’s also wearing a face shield. That’s three layers of protection between us.
I’m thinking to myself that this is a bit much, but whatever. If she wants to dress herself up like she’s going for a stroll in Chernobyl, that’s her problem. But she takes it one step further. When I give her my Alberta Blue Cross card (thank you, government of Alberta), she puts on a rubber glove to hold my card.
I don’t say anything but, in my head, I’m thinking: Seriously, woman? You’re a health care sort of professional, and you actually think you need to stand behind a plastic shield, wear a face mask, another shield and wear a glove to hold a laminated piece of paper for five seconds. Do I look like I’m carrying the plague? Am I coughing violently, gasping for breath?