The Typewriter Virus, Part 3

“Where’s my mask? I need to take a nap, and I have to wear my mask.”

Okay, so I don’t really wear a mask to take my afternoon nap. In fact I rarely go anywhere that requires a mask. I wear one at church until I take my seat in a pew, or behind the drum kit. I do wear one if I have an appointment with one of my doctors. My wife said something about wearing two masks the other day. I don’t know if she was joking or not. In case she wasn’t, I called my financial advisor and had him take all of my hard-earned money and invest it in Masks-R-Us. I realize I might be taking a huge risk, but on the other hand, I could become a multi-billionaire overnight. There are over 8 billion people in the world and if each one buys five masks, and I receive a dime for each mask… I never did like math much to the chagrin of my father.

Okay, so I haven’t made the call yet. I’m still debating. What if everyone is required to wear three masks. That would double… or is it triple… my earnings. Should I hold off for the even bigger billions, or should I be satisfied with single-digit billions. I hate making decisions like this.

One week later…

My financial advisor stopped by the house. He wanted to see for himself if I had gone insane or not. Fortunately for me, he is a sane and cautious advisor and was able to convince me to forgo the opportunity to join Jeff Bezos, Bill Gates, Xiang Zou Jones, and Michael Jordan as the richest men in the world.

Just in case, I’m keeping my eyes on the stock market and concentrating on Masks-R-Us.

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