I ordered some latex gloves and had a beautiful short interaction with the delivery guy: He knocks on the door, I open but maintain distance and he does too. We almost bow in front of each other to show we’re only distant out of respect for each other’s safety… This performed respect reminded me of minuet dancing. It will be interesting how the rules of etiquette and the workings of shame change. Who’ll be the new Norbert Elias to write about it?