vaccine

I sit in a small office while the appraiser looks at my late mother’s jewellery. I suspect some is valuable, some is not. I hope he tells me more. He does. I wear a mask the whole time. He takes his off. We sit across a desk less than a metre apart. He’s nice enough until I ask, “did you get the vaccine?” “No, my family is prone to blood clots” and he mumbles something else. I stiffen. It dawns on me, he’s an anti vaxxer and masker. How many people visit him every day? How many does he breathe on and breathe on him? Could he spread it to me? Apparently, he doesn’t care. I had my first shot of AstraZeneca so if I get the virus, it will likely be mild, I hope. I’m never going back that’s for sure.