Sneezing in times of corona

So I have hay fever. For at least ten years now. But the misery that hay fever brings anyway takes on a new dimension during corona times. Suddenly I feel compelled to sneeze, which is already not very discreet (think: not being able to see for about three seconds, spraying moisture on just about every conceivable spot, yes, even there, a spastic movement so intense that I am surprised every time that I haven't strained a stomach muscle and of course a score on the decibel meter of about 120) clearly into my elbow and accompany my sneeze with the words: ‘It's hay fever, you know. No corona, no worries.“

Is there also an advantage, you want to know now. Well, certainly. Keeping that one and a half meters distance is a piece of cake. A piece of cake. Everyone scatters when I pass by. See, there you go.