They were nearing the prescribed percentage for herd immunity, but people were impatient and downright cranky, and as a result of that – well, that and the economy — restrictions were being lifted for those fully vaccinated.
Of course, you couldn’t be certain of the others; they could be fully vaxxed, recovered from COVID (but how long ago?), carrying the newest strain even though vaxxed, or just not trusting the public healthcare system and its attendant Big Brotherism.
But Tanya was ready to rumble, ready to dance and flirt and shake her booty until the morning sun cracked open the sky. She’d followed the rules, gotten her shots, been mindful of the vulnerable ones in her friends and family group, and masked up so often, the lower half of her face had a “farmer’s tan”; she supposed it really should be called an “epidemiologist’s tan.”
On the one hand, she’d gotten really good at making up her eyes to be their most alluring, but on the other hand, her remnants of lipstick had dried up and begun to smell funny from lack of use.
She laughed gamely and added a visit to the Stop, Shop ‘n’ Go, to find the juiciest, sexiest shade of lipstick they had, then rolled on out to the dance club.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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