Janie looked at her husband with disgust. “Why do you insist on being so obnoxious when we go shopping? What you said to that poor girl was way out of line. She was just doing her job.”
“I am so sick of masks and being told I have to wear them when I go out. It makes me so claustrophobic. The president says it will be over soon and besides, we are not in one of those hot spot states.”
“Do you know why we are not a hot spot?”
“Because the rona doesn’t like us?” Jon said with a smile.
“No, because out community followed the scientist’s recommendations not the president’s. And we have been wearing masks all along.”
“Fine, I won’t bitch at the person guarding the door anymore.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – obnoxious
It had been my assumption
That I was ok,
But with a closer look
I found I was fooling myself.
Wearing a mask again
And struggling to get through,
Alone surrounded by people
And isolated by my depression.
I am back where it began
And blaming myself again.
If I scream out would anyone hear?
Is there anyone who would even care?