On Friday, the first of July, Hubby came home early because he had tested positive for covid, much to our surprise. It was especially shocking since, for weeks and weeks, he talked about co-workers having it and being out of work , but he never seemed to be exposed. In hindsight, it all became clear.
Hubby is a member of Toastmasters in the nearest town. But the farther we moved from 'town' the less frequently he attended meetings and saw his friends, so last Tuesday the 28th, he made a point to go to a special meeting for some fun and socializing. It seems that the meeting included balloons that the each member had to pop--but you couldn't pop it the same way anybody else did, so, Hubby tore his open with his teeth!! (That did not surprise me at all but I'm sure he got some shocked expressions!)
It seems that the one who blew up the balloons had no idea they had covid and, pretty much, gave it to all the other members in little balls of breath.
Fortunately, we both have pretty much gotten over it during the week that we are suppose to self-isolate. But, I can only imagine how the balloon-blower-upper feels.