Grow Bag
Woodpecker
Another tale of fearful, crazy normies acting bizarrely. And remember I live out in a rural village.
On my walk back from the shop there's a section with a fork, one way is a metre wide pavement with a barrier on one side and a grass bank on the other, the other way is just a rise up to a church gate that comes back down and merges again. So I've just entered the section and I see a lady, perhaps early in her 70s, standing about 30 metres away looking intently in my direction. I sense that she's waiting to see if I'll take a detour up past the church gate, but I did not. As I got closer to her she started to scramble up the grass bank, almost falling over. I said to her, "you don't have to worry, I'm not contagious". She replied, "but I might be". I told her, "I'm not worried. I have no fear". There was a lady walking her dogs at the same time who decided to take the rise. She muttered something, but I refuse to join the charade and cater to other people's fears, whatever age they are.
Normally I'm respectful and polite with the elderly, but this terror of catching something on a breezy, bright sunny day is stark, raving mad. I'm not indifferent, I'm a little upset by it, but I figure when so many are full of fear, I have to be calm and act normally.
On my walk back from the shop there's a section with a fork, one way is a metre wide pavement with a barrier on one side and a grass bank on the other, the other way is just a rise up to a church gate that comes back down and merges again. So I've just entered the section and I see a lady, perhaps early in her 70s, standing about 30 metres away looking intently in my direction. I sense that she's waiting to see if I'll take a detour up past the church gate, but I did not. As I got closer to her she started to scramble up the grass bank, almost falling over. I said to her, "you don't have to worry, I'm not contagious". She replied, "but I might be". I told her, "I'm not worried. I have no fear". There was a lady walking her dogs at the same time who decided to take the rise. She muttered something, but I refuse to join the charade and cater to other people's fears, whatever age they are.
Normally I'm respectful and polite with the elderly, but this terror of catching something on a breezy, bright sunny day is stark, raving mad. I'm not indifferent, I'm a little upset by it, but I figure when so many are full of fear, I have to be calm and act normally.