‘Have you had your jab, Margery?’ said one Surrey lady to another in the queue for take-away coffee at the chintzy, shabby chic coffee shop.
‘Oh yes, I’ve had it for my country,’ said her friend. ‘I just can’t understand these people who won’t have the jab. I mean, how selfish…’
I looked at them and they looked at me, pointedly, because they had decided what sort of person I was thanks to the altercation we had all just had.
‘Margery, are you feeling all right after your jab?’ said one to the other, more quietly. ‘Well, now you ask, no, I’ve been rather ill for two weeks now. I’m sure it’s nothing.’
‘Yes, I feel dreadful too. I’m sure it’s nothing.’ Suffice to say that this pair had just been so rude to me I thought: ‘Well, you’re serving your country, so shut up and enjoy it.’
If they don’t end this lockdown soon, I am going to be arrested for affray.
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