It's going around...

What's going around?
Not the virus.
Well, yes, the virus.

But that's not what I'm referring to.

PRIVILEGE!!
That's what's going around... riding piggyback on assholes. Ha.
There's something wrong with the grammar on that, too... but I don't care.

I went to the Convention Center today for my 2nd vaccine dose.
I got Pfizer the first time, which means I was put in the line for Pfizer the 2nd time. So far, so good.

The line moved a little slower this time.
There were a lot more people there.

The gentleman (I use the term loosely) directly behind me was on his phone. He was one of those guys you see from time to time in a public place.

A VERY INFLUENTIAL man who can't possibly put the fucking phone down and shut the hell up while in public.

Mr. Big was gesturing with one arm while spouting such phrases as, "Well unless we get that contract signed today, we'll have to start over!!"
"What do you mean you haven't found that file!?"
"Let me talk to Larson. He needs to be in the loop!"

The guy was really annoying. People were looking at him and rolling their eyes. He looked like an asshole, frankly, and I'm not referring to his physical appearance.

But the line moved along at a good pace until we got about five spaces away from the front.

Then the line was held up because a very tiny elderly lady in a wheelchair, being propelled along by her daughter was approaching. The lady who was directing traffic at the front of the line held up a hand to us to stop us moving and beckoned the lady in the wheelchair forward.

The lady and her daughter were grateful and thanked the person.

Mr. Big was pissed as hell, though.

"Why does SHE get to cut the line?!?" he demanded. "We were here first!"

Traffic lady was polite and said calmly, "Sir, we prioritize people with disabilities."

He sputtered. Looked around at the rest of us to gauge our amount of support. Found none.

"Well I just don't think it's right that people can cut the line!" he said.

I was aggravated. I don't usually say anything, I'm an outspoken smartassy person here, but in public I generally keep my mouth closed.

This was not one of those times, though.
I said, "Jesus, Buddy, what's it going to cost you? 10 seconds?"

He made some sort of incoherent noise and resumed barking orders into his phone.
The line started up again.

I went to a table, dropped the left sleeve of my sweatshirt, asked her to refrain from putting a bandage on and got my shot.

The person who administers the vaccine tells you how long you'll need to wait post-injection. I was issued a fluorescent orange strip with 11:25 written on it and sent to the waiting area.

Mr. Big was seated about four chairs away from me, still issuing orders at  unreasonable volume over his phone.

His sticker said the same as mine, 11:25.
He got up and stalked out at 11:15.
What an ass.

So I told Eric about the experience with Mr. Big, he said, "You should have told him, 'If you're so important you can get in front of me! Then we won't have to listen to you so long!"

Sometimes I don't know the right thing to say at the right time, I guess.
Woulda been funny,  though.

Tonight I feel okay. I have some soreness at the injection site, but I don't feel sick, achy or feverish. I am pretty tired, but that may just be from getting up early and walking and walking and walking.

I am heading for bed in a few minutes, I'm sure I'll sleep like a brick.