We’re a year into the COVID-19 pandemic, and somehow we don’t have a word yet for that body motion we all make when we climb out of the car, walk a few steps across the parking lot, check our ears to make sure a mask is strapped to them… and throw our hands up in annoyance when we discover we forgot it, again. We turn around and make a frustrated march back to the car, where we find one mask stuffed in the center console, another hanging from the rearview mirror and three more scattered under the seat.