Gobshite

I had an appointment with the dental hygienist today. £70 for a 30-minute torture session that left me bleeding, tearful and poorer.

I went back to work for the afternoon in an understandably grim mood. Bad timing, then, for a conspiracy-theorist, anti-vaccine neanderthal to walk into the filling station without a mask and start bleating on about freedoms and hoaxes.
I fear my reaction may invoke a disciplinary, but who cares? I’m leaving soon, and I’m sick of dealing with these facebook-inspired cretins. I know I should be more understanding and tolerant, but in this case I’m not. “Just because you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean it’s incomprehensible,” I said. I also said lots of other things, most of which were probably inappropriate for a person in a position of management to say to one of his customers, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m sick of the virus being allowed to run riot and then having to listen to idiotic, nonsensical ramblings from the very people who are putting obstacles in the way of our return to unrestricted life. I’m sick of the most ridiculous rants being aired and shared while the scientific evidence is ignored. I’m sick of the laziest, thickest people on Earth being given the same credence as educated, well-trained experts.
I think I need to live on an island….

RC 29-1-21