The damnedest thing just happened this evening.
Most mornings I go for a run in my local park, and every evening, I return there for a 3 km walk in my local park with my (Indian) husband.
As a mental exercise, we count the number of people wearing/not wearing masks, as I do when I’m running.
I think there has been a slight improvement in the numbers of people wearing masks, but there is still a stubborn percentage of people not wearing them.
Or wearing them as chinstraps.
This morning’s tally was 44/97 people not wearing a mask.
This evening 39/137 were not wearing.
Sadly, runners are regular offenders, and if I have another bloke telling me he can’t wear one because he’s a runner, I might…well, I don’t know what I might do.
But it pisses me off no end.
Realistically, how many times can I yell into the unmasked slipstream of a runner “I’m a marathoner and I wear a mask”…
This morning a bloke told me, with a beaming smile “Not required, madam,” and when I asked him in Hindi, “Who says a mask isn’t required?” he replied, still smiling away, “Koi requirement nahi hai” and walked on.
But this evening’s encounter takes the biscuit.
A couple approaches us on a narrow part of the track.
Woman wearing mask.
Man, tall, silver hair, probably in his late 50s. Not wearing a mask.
Not even wearing one as a chin strap. Not holding one in his hand.
I didn’t say anything, just gestured to my mask as we walked past, and guess what the man said?
“In your own country, madam” in very slow, drawly, patrician English.
I called after him “I beg your pardon?” but he walked on, and I was too weary to run after him and pursue it.
But unless I misunderstood him – and I don’t think I did – he was implying that as a foreigner, it was none of my business if he was/was not wearing a mask.
“Oh” says (slightly deaf) husband. “I wish I’d heard him, I’d have replied that this is my country.”
Jeez, am I fed up with all the covidiots around. Especially the racist one this evening.