So last week I had my first encounter with someone who had a problem with me wearing a mask in public.
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I was in Bernardi's, where I wear a mask. I wear a mask because I work in Sydney half the week, and I will be darned if I'm the person who brings Covid-19 back into the Central West. I wear it just in case I have it, not because I'm afraid someone else will have it. (A nuance that I think would still be lost on this person but whatever).
Anyway I'm walking through the supermarket buying my food for this diet I randomly decided to go on (get ready for my summer body), when this guy walks past me and goes "baaaa".
And I'm like "oh, that guy just made a sheep noise at me because I'm wearing a mask. I didn't think that would ever happen to me but okay". And wasn't going to think anything more of it.
But then I could hear him telling his friend the story really loudly, even making the "baaa" noise again, and I'm like wow what is that guy's problem?
And having spent the whole day teaching an entire primary school-worth of kids how to hit a drum in time with each other and then driven three-and-a-half hours back home I wasn't in a particularly good mood to begin with.
And like I said, I'm in Bernardi's. Our supermarket with perspex shields, disinfectant, a whole sink installed outside the entire complex just so people could wash their hands days after the first lockdown was announced; I was in a space anyone in the community would have recognised as a space where we all had to be careful, and had been so for months.
And this guy is standing two people in front of me, and he turns around, looks me dead in the eye and, with this smart-aleck grin, goes "Baaa" again.
Perhaps if I was in a better mood I would have ignored him. But I wasn't so I didn't.
(From here on there was some loud swearing on my part, so I've replaced my swears with something more printable)
And I go, "What's your fudging problem?".
And he goes "Enjoying your muzzle?".
And I go "Why don't you mind your own fudging business?"
And he goes "You are my business." (what a wit).
And I give him the shoo hands and go "Fudge off".
And he goes to his checkout and I go to another one, and as I'm paying he's walking past me with his stuff, and he goes "baaaa", then shouts "covidiot", and then I'm pretty sure he called me a "city poof" just loud enough so I could hear him. But I was over it, I (finally) ignored him, because he was just a jerk.
And THEN I was walking to my car and the lunkhead was waiting in the trees in the dark near the carpark waiting for me! And again he goes "Baaa!" and then goes "Do I make a good sheep?" and then in this weird falsetto goes "Oh! Don't lead me to the slaughter! Don't lead me to the slaughter!".
Anyway, I will continue wearing a mask because I am not going to be the person to bring it into my community.
And if anyone has a problem with that, they can get fudged.
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