in a world, where viruses roam free and people believe that facts are just opinions….
“please, put the mask on properly. it must cover you mouth as well as your nose” he said sternly, with a hint of well hidden anger. why do people not get it? he has to ask himself on way too many occasions.
he had enough. he was fed up with every kind of media outlet shouting out news about the skyrocketing rise of new confirmed cases and the fact that there were so many people out there who chose to either not believe these news – or worse – stopped giving a shit altogether.
he stood up. slowly, focused on the guy, he walked over to him, wishing he really just had addressed this plea to correctly wear the mask at him (and not just in his imagination). with one quick and forceful motion, he slammed the guy’s head against the handrail bar. the guy pummelled back, clutching his hurting forehead with both hands, trying to figure out what had just happened. then he drew back his foot and executed one energized kick at the guy’s feet like he was trying to score the deciding goal in the last minute of a tied football match.
he kicked the guy’s feet right out of under him, sending them into the air and the guy’s (only partially masked) face hard onto the floor.
he opened his eyes, swallowed his anger, stood up and left the subway cart, sending one last angry look at the guy over his shoulder, wishing he had the guts to really do what he just imagined doing, while at the same time being glad he never could actually do such a thing.