Alright, let’s talk about this face mask robbery thing. It’s a real mess, you know? Back in my days, if you saw someone wearin’ a mask, you’d clutch your purse tight and run the other way. It meant trouble, plain and simple. Robbers, that’s who wore ‘em. Now, everybody and their grandma wears a mask. Thanks to that… whatchamacallit… that Covic thing.
Heck, I remember when they started tellin’ us to wear masks. Said it would keep us from gettin’ sick. Some health official, I think it was, on the TV, said it’ll “limit the spread,” he said. Sounded fancy, but all I heard was “wear a mask or you’ll catch the bug.” So, we all started wearin’ ‘em. To the store, to the doctor, everywhere. It was strange at first, felt like I couldn’t breathe. But, you do what you gotta do, right?.
- First, it was just them paper masks, the ones the doctors wear.
- Then, folks started gettin’ fancy with it. Cloth masks, masks with flowers, masks with all sorts of crazy designs.
But them robbers, they’re smart. They saw an opportunity, see? Now they can blend right in. Who’s gonna know a robber from a regular person if everyone’s wearin’ a mask? It’s a darn shame, I tell ya. Makes it harder on folks like me, who just wanna go about their day without gettin’ robbed.
I saw on the news, some fella robbin’ a store, plain as day, wearin’ one of them surgical masks. They even showed the video. Clear as a bell, there he was, grabbin’ the money and runnin’. The police caught him, thankfully, but it just goes to show ya. Masks ain’t just for keepin’ you healthy no more.
And then there’s this new thing, this… “TickTock Ghostface” thing, I think they call it. Young folks these days, always up to somethin’. They wear these spooky masks, like from that scary movie. I don’t get it, but apparently, it’s a trend now. People are puttin’ on these Ghostface masks and what not. They’re even gettin’ their friends to wear them too. Filmin’ it all for that… “TickTock”. Lord have mercy.
But you know what? Some of these robbers, they ain’t too smart. I saw another story on the news, these fellas robbin’ some fancy store in Beverly Hills. One of ‘em, he tripped and fell right in the street! Security camera caught the whole thing. Serves him right, I say. Can you imagine? Robbing a store and then fallin’ on your face? The good lord works in mysterious ways, let me tell you.
This whole mask thing, it’s changed things. Before, masks meant bad news. Now, they’re supposed to mean protection. But for who? The robbers are gettin’ protected, that’s who. They’re hidin’ behind them masks, doin’ their dirty work. It ain’t right, I tell ya. It just ain’t right.
And the cities, they didn’t help matters much. They started tellin’ everyone they had to wear masks indoors. “Mandates,” they called ‘em. Said it would slow down the spread of that Covic stuff. Maybe it did, maybe it didn’t. All I know is, it made things a whole lot easier for the robbers. Before, they had to sneak around, try to hide their faces. Now, they can just walk right in, mask and all, and nobody bats an eye.
It makes me nervous, I tell ya. Going to the store, walkin’ down the street… you just don’t know who’s wearin’ a mask to be safe and who’s wearin’ it to cause trouble. It’s a sad state of affairs when you can’t even trust a person’s face anymore. Makes me think we should all just carry a good ol’ fashioned stick or an umbrella. Just in case, you know?
So, what’s the answer? I don’t rightly know. Maybe we need to find a way to tell the good guys from the bad guys. Maybe special masks for robbers? I am just kidding of course, I know that’s impossible. Or maybe, we just need to be more aware of our surroundings, keep our eyes peeled, and trust our guts. If somethin’ feels wrong, it probably is. And if you see someone wearin’ a mask and actin’ suspicious, well, you best just keep your distance and call the police. That’s what I say, anyway. Better safe than sorry, that’s my motto.
It’s a crazy world we live in, folks. Masks used to be for doctors and robbers. Now, they’re for everyone. And that, my friends, is a problem. A big, darn problem. Lord help us all.
