American-style lockdown…

From Atlantic, “Dear Therapist: My Boyfriend Had an Affair and Now We’re Stuck at Home Together”:

I found out during the stay-at-home orders that my boyfriend of eight years has been cheating on me with a co-worker for at least four months (that I know of). He lied to me by saying that he was going out for errands, but he was really meeting with her in a parking lot. She is married.

What do patients get when they swipe their Visa card at the therapist’s office?

And how does he reconcile his love for you with, presumably, having sexual contact with another person during a global pandemic and potentially infecting you with a deadly virus?

(I’m disappointed that the therapist did not ask “Were they both wearing homemade masks?”)

How about an update to “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” for the Cower-in-Place age: “Not All Who Are ‘Running Errands’ Are At Target”?

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