Twilight Zone

Actual conversations this week...

 

Standing in line at the deli counter, my back to everyone:

 

Lady: Excuse me, EXCUSE me, do you realize we are required to wear masks, again?

 

Me: Yes.

 

I pause.

 

Me: I'm exempt.

 

Lady: Puts her hand up, "Okay...Okay."

 

Me: Thank you for not being rude.

 

Lady: I've had THREE jabs, and I've about had enough of all this (gesticulates furiously at her face and mask). I just want people to mask.

 

Did I hear her right? THREE?

 

If you've had three jabs, please, PLEASE back up, six feet. Or better yet, stay home. Chances of you infecting others after the jab is problematic. I didn't say this. She was so full of fear. She would do anything to keep from getting a virus with a 98% recovery rate.

 

I glance at the gentleman behind me, after the exchange between the lady and I. He tells me, with his mask pulled down below his nose, "I almost stepped in. That's bovine scat."

 

You should, sir.

 

I've been exempt for the entire pandemic. I respect others' choices.

 

Another conversation this week:

 

She told me I'm a valuable employee. We discuss the masking situation. I share how I've built my immunity. Plus, apparently the fact that I have an O blood type contributes to my good health. (Another country has studied how various blood types respond to 'rona. But of course they would...)

 

Her response: Oh my goodness, you are REALLY valuable!!

 

She wasn't joking, she was dead serious.

 

Would YOU hire me because of my blood type? 

 

Hey, I have skills, mad skills. 

 

Twilight zone.

 

Do I believe the virus is real?

 

Absolutely.

 

What good did I do this day?

 

I remained calm, fairly gracious.