I bit the bullet and got my hair cut today. The place I go made a lot of changes for safety, like a whole bunch of plexiglass, so I wasn’t too worried about going. I waited in my car until I was called in, then went over to the stylist’s station. I stated that I wanted my hair cut, then we headed over to get it washed.
That’s where I saw it. Some lovely young woman was sitting in the chair closest to the hair-washing sinks. She had her mask on, all right, but her perky little nose was poking proudly out above the top of the mask. It surprised me, because I guess I thought her stylist would have reminded her how one is supposed to wear a mask to protect others from your germs.
Since I was so surprised, I just gave her a long look through my squinty li’l Suna eyes, hoping they conveyed my disapproval.
As I sat in my chair watching Dan cut little triangles of hair, I kept wondering if I should have said something to the nose displaying woman. Excuse me, but your mask has slipped down? Hey, I can see your appendage!
Then I countered myself with the fact that I was far from her and she was facing the other way. And is it any of my business to tell her how to behave in public? People are pretty edgy about masks in the US, after all. Why start a fight? She wasn’t coughing on me.
On the other hand, we were indoors, which is risky even with all the plexiglass. She was being inconsiderate, at the least. Dangerous to some people’s thinking. What to do?
Well, I did take care of the people around me. I kept my mask on, even when big hunks of hair fell in it. I even tightened it when it began to slide. So, I was a good role model.
But I keep second guessing myself. What would you do?
The Hermits' Rest 
I look at the good. She was covering her mouth so as not to possibly cough on someone and not as concerned if she inhaled germs from someone. I believe it is almost entirely our responsibility to protect
Oneself from getting sick. If you want to protect others from you getting them sick, that is your choice. But it is also your choice to be as safe as you want or do not want to be, like going to the beauty shop.
I am so grateful that we live in a country where we can choose.
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I’ve been in that situation. I’ve never mentioned it to anyone. One poor guy, working a checkout, kept trying but couldn’t keep his mask up because the tie was torn. I know this store doesn’t provide masks for their employees. He’s a great guy who believes strongly in wearing masks; we’ve discussed it. If they’d had masks for sale at the checkout, sometimes they do but they were sold out, I would have bought one and given it to him. I wish I had the courage to say something to people who don’t seem to care.
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Yeah, me too.
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Mixed feelings. I’ve gone both ways, depending on the circumstances. Did not tell a possibly-armed good-ole-boy to please pull up his mask, did tell a businessman to please do so – and he apologized and put on a new mask.
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Yay. That makes sense.
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And yes, mask etiquette is indeed a dilemma.
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I can imagine your head must be feeling a lot lighter 😀!
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Yes. Ahh.
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