'There's no reason we shouldn't have a little bit where we can feel like life is normal, just for a second."
The young man seemed to speak for all of us. With devastating simplicity, he had summed up so much.
We all know that the old normal is gone for now. We know there'll be a new normal now for a while. But still we look for those moments when you can just forget it for a split second - moments when you can pretend that none of this ever happened. But we can't, because it permeates everything. There is no let-up from this bastard virus.
So we try to find brief moments of forgetfulness, where we can pretend. We try to walk our way to forgetfulness, or exercise ourselves out of our heads, or eat it and drink it into submission, or Skype or Zoom it out of our minds for a minute. All looking for what that young man wanted - a little bit where we can feel like life is normal just for a second.
The young man was in a car, on the news, queuing outside a drive-through Supermac's.
The reopening of Supermac's was big news. It moved the dial on the seismograph. It was even one of the main items on the main evening news. They justified it as a news story by talking about how it would help beef farmers. But really, the reason it was there, on the news, was for the reasons that young man outlined. A bit of normal just for a second.
Pat McDonagh suddenly seemed like an inspirational character, a visionary who could potentially lead us out of this. He didn't talk down to us about a new normal, or our disgraceful complacency. He talked instead about 'A New Ireland' for the next 12 months. He almost made it sound exciting. And even if you'd never had a Supermac's before, you wanted to go there.
Because it felt like a symbol of our defiance as a nation. This New Ireland won't be such an alien place. There will still be Supermac's there. There will be Supermac's, there will be Tayto, there will be 99s, there will be curry chips, there will even be Bulmers this summer, in some shape or form. Who knows? Maybe in time there will even be Coppers again.
But for now, we look to our mythical Cinco de Mayo. May 5. Everyone who comes on every TV or radio show, regardless of why they are there, has to be harangued about what they think might happen on May 5. In years to come, hopefully, we will commemorate Cinco de Mayo 2020 as our liberation day, the day the over-70s were allowed out for a walk again, and the rest of us were allowed to go more than 2km from our houses. The beginning of the end of our Dias de los Muertos.
They say if we can only curb our complacency, May 5 could be the day we get an extra few precious seconds where we can feel like life is normal.