We had an appointment yesterday to have our oil burner serviced. This is an annual drill and being a fan of preventative maintenance, it’s one I appreciate. Of course, it means having a technician make several trips through the house as he moves his tools into the basement.
I remember when we had this service last year. The service company had called in advance to make sure no one in our house was infected with the virus. They also wanted to make sure we would be willing to wear masks while the technician was in the house and they ensured us he would be wearing a mask. Burner technicians always wear gloves.
When he arrived, I was wearing a mask (the Editor was locked away with Maddie, trying to keep her from barking). Containers of hand sanitizer and Lysol wipes were on the table and we practiced an odd little dance as I led him to the burner room. When he was done, I offered him a bottle of water which I wrapped in a paper towel. After he left, I wiped down the doorknobs, light switches and surfaces he had contact with. Surface transmission was thought to be more of a threat last year than now.
Yesterday, the same technician was back. He was wearing a mask, but I wasn’t. I apologized and reached for one – I don’t mind wearing a mask – I had just forgotten. He explained that he had had his shots, and if I had had mine and was comfortable, we could forgo the masks. I agreed (It’s not like we really ever get close).
He took his mask off and said,
“Thanks, but just in case, we won’t kiss.”
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