so on Saturday I am on the tram and it happens again. Half the people on board are not wearing masks. Now, don't get me wrong. Even though I comply by wearing a mask I loathe wearing one. At the best of times I find them suffocating.
so this bloke gets on without wearing a mask and sits, to my mind, a little too close and uncomfortable to me. I don't want to sound like a broken record so think of this event as me now being armed with the information to express myself.
I asked now I don't mean to complain but can I make an observation in the form of a question. If you and, by the look of it, half the tram don't bother wearing a mask, can you see any reason why I should bother? You seem like an able bodied person, even though I can't tell if you are sick. Let alone what looks like half of the tram.
his response? "Why don't you mind your own business, asshole?"
my response? "Well judging from the amount of people not wearing masks on this tram and your close proximity now today, especially in relation to the regulations regarding masks an public transport, I feel it is my business. For all I know, you and half this tram could be plague ridden maggots. Coupled with the actions of a percentage of the tram who have now decided to put masks on. In response to your reply, you have now reduced me to your level. So why don't you go eat a bowl of fuck, creep."
and with that, I casually got off at my stop with almost the whole tram looking at me, half with a palpable look of shame on their faces. Yep, the virus has totally decimated my ability to suppress my inner dialogue.
since about July it's like I have no control over it whatsoever. The problem is, it came out wrong. I really and sincerely wanted to know the answer.
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