So what? Now I’m not to touch my face?
That’s bullshit.
Sometimes I like touching my face.
Sometimes I like smooshing my face.
And sometimes I wanna claw off my face like the guy in “Poltergeist” did.
Like in the supermarket, yesterday when a woman tried paying for a cart full of shit with her iPhone.
Not with an app, but by handing over her phone with a *picture* of a credit card on a table and announcing, there’s my card, use that