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This is an inconspicuous, disposable cup like a small paper ice cream cup on a cuff on the forearm and is filled with tissue baffles. Thus someone with a cold can cough and sneeze into the cup instead of into the air or hand.
The sound of the cough is muffled and the spread of infectious droplets
is nearly eliminated. When desired, the cup can be loosened from its base, turned over and attached to the base (which becomes the cover) and thrown away.
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I was once on a date. It's true.
During the date I sneezed into my
hands. The angle of my hands
allowed the sneeze particles to bounce
off my hands and directly into the face
of my date sitting next to me. |
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I must admit I am unable to envision
what it is your talking about. |
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Faster than a handkerchief, more convenient than a surgeon's mask, the cup, strapped to the forearm, is raised to nearly cover the nose and mouth to brake and capture pathogen-laden droplets. |
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lovely. actually I like this better than the face mask. |
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I hope the seal on this thing is good'n'tight. |
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I am <takes deep breath> going to fishbone an FJ idea. Two much more elegant and simple solutions spring to mind - absorbent cuffs (quick prototype: wrap a..erm... thingy that girls use, you know - round your cuff) or use a handkerchief. Not keen on the idea of wandering around with two paper cups dangling from my wrists. |
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//thingy that girls use, you know // |
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<looking innocent> Why, no, [moom]. Whatever do you mean? <li> |
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I like this idea simply for the strapping of a cup to the arm. Nice visual. |
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<subsided horror from moom's solution> |
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I wear pads on my sleeves anyway. |
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What? Everyone does it sometimes! |
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I wear my heart on my sleeve. nasty looking mess. |
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I am suffering from something, and at the market, only hours ago, I began to sneeze uncontrollably, while browsing the meat department. I felt awful. I didn't have a tissue or anything. People ran away from me. |
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(This would also, once again, be a great plus for the mentally challenged popultation. It would make it fun to sneeze.) + |
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