Husband is delighted with mask-wearing. In the car on the way to the supermarket, and while going round the shop, I couldn't really talk all that much (muffled). I swear I could imagine him grinning broadly behind his mask as relative peace reigned. I had to sort out our electricity tariff on the telephone, and the poor lady was working from home with rather inadequate support from the company system. She couldn't access it after a long wait, and I was patient and told her not to worry, I could try again later. She was astonished, and said so many customers had shouted, sworn, got very angry and she'd spent the day being verbally abused. I was very sorry for her. How could people do that? It wasn't her fault was it? One way of being a better person I think, is to try and imagine how the other person is feeling. Empathy.
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