Short Story Sunday: Food Supply

“I don’t care what they do but they start to mess with the food supply it pisses me off.”

I listened as my friend Howard ranted about people who don’t wear masks and believe in conspiracy theories.

We have friends who believe they can use the situation to their advantage but I’m with Howard on this one.

Howard is a big guy with big shoulders, big hands, big feet, a big voice, and big brown eyes and nobody in their right mind can resist those big brown eyes. He can also be incredibly scary if he wants to be. Nobody messes with Howard. So when Howard says wear a mask you wear a mask.

“I don’t want to go out to get something to eat and end up killing someone because they have a weakened system to Covid-19. People don’t just get over this thing. There are long lasting effects. Mental too if you think about it. This thing hits hard and scares people, not just people who get sick but people who live with them. Stress sours everything and everybody. Seriously, stress is a total appetite killer for me.”

As I listened to Howard I thought about how stupid some people were equating mask wearing with their rights. Rights for what? The right to make someone else sick? The right to get sick? What is so difficult about a mask? It isn’t like the old days where you had to be the same religion as everyone… oh, right, there are places where that is still expected. I’m sure some of the people protesting masks are like that thinking that thoughts and prayers and waving their hands up in the air will save them. Fat chance. Howard and I have been around for long enough to know that will never happen. You have to save yourself. You can’t depend on anyone or anything else to do it for you.

“Why do we always end up taking care of things? You know we always do. What makes it a real pisser is that they never even know.”

“That isn’t a bad thing Howard. Would you want them to know?”

“I see your point. You going out tonight?”

“I’m staying in. Just got a case of blood from Dave’s Bottle Shop. I got the good stuff. What to say in with me.”

“Sure. Thanks. I didn’t want to deal with anyone tonight anyway.”

So here we were, just two Vampires hanging out at home like everyone else. Weird times, but we’ll get through it. At least I hope we will.

~ end

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