The gel scam

We Mexicans are getting a good dose of antibacterial gel. Everywhere you go, someone is shooting gel into your palms. This is most notable whenever you walk into a store. There is either someone actually standing there to squirt gel into your hands, or there is a bottle on a bench, and you’re instructed by a sign to douse yourself.

I never do.

There is only one problem with this mania. The gel is antibacterial, not antivirus. Before the Kung Flu found its feet last spring, the labels on those gel bottles all said one thing. It kills bacteria.

It did not take long for marketing departments to slap “antivirus too!” on those same bottles, and they morphed into Kung Flu killers, and the money started rolling in. Baloney, I say.

Antibacterial gel is to a virus what antibiotics are to the common cold, which is squat.

To make matters worse, some gels contain an ingredient that’s potentially harmful to your health, and those gels are banned in the United States. Not in Mexico, however.

And the lunacy soldiers on.

The new normal?

Posing on the scarlet sofa. It is scarlet. Trust me.

WELCOME TO our living room in the Plague Year.

So, okay, we’re just having a bit of fun. We don’t wear masks inside the house … or outside either. These tissue ones I bought in a 10-pack for 20 pesos two weeks ago are next to useless. However, I have a couple of good ones en route from above the border that I purchased on Amazon, apparently just in time because now they’re unavailable.

Amazon tells me they will arrive here between May 14 and June 11, which means we can use them for the next pandemic, not this one. And there will be another because the Chinese Commies are intent on world domination by hook, crook or virus.

Note my new buzz cut, a more convenient hairdo in these troubled times. Something you cannot see is that I quit shaving about a week ago. If I keep it up, I’ll resemble a svelte Santa before this is all over. But I will not bear gifts.

My child bride did something wacko with her hair this morning. That’s a housecleaning hairstyle. She would never hit the streets looking like that, I promise.

We’ll be dining in a restaurant this afternoon, so our quarantine is half-assed.