At my son’s dance performance. Presented my “mask exempt” badge on my smartphone at the door where the temperature and mask screening was intense. Woman says “OK” tentatively, looking half bewildered and half like “you’re full of shit.” I’m sure she hasn’t seen such a thing before. She goes and consults someone else, and comes back with a plastic visor. I say no to that, too. Just weird staring. Finally I say, “I got it,” take the visor, and walk into the gymnasium. Doors are wide open. Big cross breeze. I just fold the visor thingy and keep it in my hand. As I’m talking with my wife the same woman comes up and asks me to use my hand to cover my mouth when I talk with my wife. 🧐🙄 Meanwhile, the MCs are shouting at the top of their freaking lungs, with nothing but those flame-y looking gay chin straps to block all the diseased particles they’re supposedly spewing into the audience. They ask the crowd to not shout at all, just clap, and then ... they shout super loud to hype everyone up. Mmmkay. Thank God the kids aren’t masked while dancing though. And one of the dance teachers seems to not buy the bullshit either, with his mask down around his chin. These kids absolutely KICKED ASS. And the hip hop sounds fucking amazing on these huge-ass speakers. THE BASS! I had no choice but to let out a little shout for my son at the end. Alright. He did fucking awesome. Fuck this lion’s den of weirdos. Need to get out of here! Thank god for the power of music and drums. A few others in the gym, still alive, couldn’t hold in their shouts, either. #Anarchy
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