Yeah, I’m Talking About You

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Yesterday was Paul Light’s Monday Pet Peeve, but I was so peeved it took me awhile to articulate this because all that came out was ARRRGHHHHHHHHHDAMNIT!

Here it goes.

I do what I’m supposed to do under the Covid-19 Rules in my State.

During the holidays my family didn’t get together- even though we live within a block or two of each other. We stuck to the guidelines about not mixing households.

I wear my masks ONCE- when I get home from work it goes from my face  to the washer along with my work clothes. I don’t wear my workshoes in my house. I don’t hang it on my rearview mirror with the notion that the germs on it will die over night.

I wash my hands, I do the social distancing.

My entire family follows the rules and guess what.

None of us got sick- which is good because at least 5 of my family members have underlying health conditions that could make Covid-19 a VERY serious problem for them.

So the problem? My Peeve?

It’s the satellite people in my life that I have to deal with- people on the train, professional acquaintances who think it’s okay to dance off and go to super spreader events, or play like they’re following the rules and then let it slip about how they just “had” to go to this party or that party because it was SO important. Plus nobody was coughing or running a temperature so it’s all good.

I could not  possibly careless about the risks these Covaidiots take, but during the work week I have to deal with these jerks one on one. No Zooms for us.

I’m tired of doing what’s right because in doing what’s right for the people I care about, I’m also doing it for a bunch of scum suckers and bottom feeders too.

I wish there was a way to tease those two groups apart because I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with the being forced to care about a bunch of people despise with a passion.

My Monday Peeve is pretty big and it’s still eating at me  and it’s Tuesday.

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