To the Teenager Twirling a N95 around his Wrist Like a Pinwheel at Target

I went with my mom to Target the other day to help out. We needed some school supplies for the next day, and she also feeds six of us everyday, three times a day, which requires a lot of groceries. I was wearing my new mask that is not only comfortable, but also made me feel pretty good about myself under the circumstances. That’s when I noticed a guy about my age standing by his mom looking bored, twirling a N95 mask around his wrist like a pinwheel, probably spraying his germs all over the avocados. We didn’t buy any avocados that day.

This is what I wanted to say to him that day, but didn’t have the guts. I really wish I had done it, but I guess better late than never. Lesson Learned.

To the Teenager Twirling a N95 around His Wrist Like A Pinwheel at the San Rafael Target,

Dude, the first-rate, medical grade mask that your mom probably got for you is not only to protect you, but also to protect the rest of us from you, in case you are an asymptomatic carrier of disease. Use it. I saw you pretend to put it back on when the Target Associate walked by, then hang it around your wrist again laughing.

The mask isn’t just to get by the mask-checker at the entrance of the store. We want you to wear it, so that you don’t get the rest of us sick, if you have something and don’t know it, which is quite possible. Yes, your mask is awesome but ugly and uncomfortable. Please make an effort to find one that is (1) comfortable enough, (2) makes you feel great, or as great as you can feel right now, and (3) most importantly keeps the rest of us safe, in case you are sick and don’t know it. It doesn’t matter if you have the best mask on earth, if you can’t get yourself to wear it because it’s not comfortable or you think it makes you look like an ass.

Like many of us, I have grandparents who are too terrified to leave their house because of jerks like you. I’m not allowed to see them because I can’t avoid jerks like you, which sucks. Please grow up.

Thanks man.

—Jack