Bless their hearts. Some people are habitual worriers, bordering on hypochonria. A small segment of them will never feel safe in public again without their flimsy little masks.
As long as they don’t expect me to do the same, I respect their fear and just move on. Some will be buried either wearing or clinging to their Masks. the way some people cling to a string of Rosary beads. So be it.
I see you’ve met my friends.