Before my dance lesson tonight, there was the usual checks put in place for the Covid world we are currently living in. Temperature gun scan of my forehead: 97.3 degress, good to go. Hand sanitizer squirt on the hands. And finally, time to fill out a quick questionaire on the studio IPad.
HOLY MOLY. The IPad is at 5% battery. I say to my instructor Masha, “the battery is at 5%!”. She tells me it’s fine and to just fill out the form.
I quickly type in my name. Today’s date, what’s today’s date! quick, type it in, 8/14/20__. Next question.
Masha points out that the year needs all four digits. AHH! I tap the 20 and put in 2020.
Next is a string of questions about how I’m feeling, any signs of illness, contact with people that are sick, travel to select risky states. All no’s down the line.
Enter your temperature:
“Battery is 1% now!!! AGGGGGGHHH. What was my temperature???”
Laughing, Masha shoots my forehead again with the temperature gun, “97.9 – it went up, are you stressing out?”
“YES! It’s at 1%!!” I point aggressively at the screen.
I sign the questionaire with a final “Da” (yes in Russian) and I hit submit.
Whew. Crisis averted.