Let’s do some simple math first: 200,000,000 x .01 = 20,000!
That’s 20 thousand germs in each sneeze droplet that hand sanitizers are unable to destroy.
This is the sort of repulsive information that I tend to dwell and obsess over. It steps to the forefront of my mind whenever I open a door, use the bathroom, or sit at a table in the local food court. What do these 20,000 germs consist of? Should I be concerned whenever Suzie over at Chipotle manhandles my burrito (yes, the innuendo here was unintentional)? Should I avoid rental cars because the germ donor before me handled my stick (again, unintentional)? Do I not accept anything from the sniffling UPS guy because he touched my package (Argh! I better stop while I’m ahead…)?
Those 20,000 germs must be tough little mothers, capable of shrugging off not only the cleansing, aloe-infused soup of hand sanitizers, but I’d be willing to bet that they’re viciously resilient to antibiotics as well.
That’s 20,00 reasons to lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the purpose is life is, and is it worth trudging on?