RDP Friday – Isolate
I take the train to work and because of the Coronavirus outbreak here in Seattle my train has only about 1/3 of the passengers that it normally carries.
My car only carried 6 passengers- but it was three to many.
Sitting behind me were three Yippy Skippy Millennials who were laughing it up because they are under the impression that they are immune and ” nobody is really going to die except maybe old sick people” and isn’t it a joke that people are over reacting and schools restaurants are shutting down and everyone is washing their hands every six seconds but at least ” nobody is on the train, so there’s all this room hahahaha.”
That line jingled in my head. ” No one is on the train. ”
When we got to Seattle and we were leaving the car, I sort of bumped one of the Yippy Skippy Millennials with my backpack and when she turned around to see what was up I stared at her blankly, I do a great expressionless face after all I used to care for the dead- and brushed by her.
Of course, under normal circumstances I would have apologized for the bump and no way would I have nudged anybody out of my way because that’s rude.
But I didn’t apologize.
What was the point?
Because after all. Nobody was on the train with them.
And I am sure she is just fine.