I was down in the village yesterday.
Naturally Penny headed into the coffee shop and seeing as I was on the other end of the lead I had to follow.
It was a pleasant enough day. The sky was a bit grey and there was the occasional light shower but it was nice and warm outside so I sat supping coffee and puffing on the pipe. Peaceful bliss.
After a while I was joined by the owner of the shop [who I will call Dave, for the sake of anonymity]. He sparked up his cigarette and also supped his coffee and we just quietly batted the breeze. Conversation meandered as it tends to do with idle chatting. We covered such subjects as politics, the Virus and who was shagging who in the village.
“I had a strange encounter earlier” said Dave after a lull in the chat. “A group came into the shop and the first thing they asked was if there were any Americans on the premises. I assured them there weren’t and they relaxed and grabbed a table.”
I laughed. “So they were afraid that Americans are plague carriers to be avoided at all cost?” I said.
“Yup. But even stranger, about an hour later another group arrived and asked exactly the same thing.”
So it appears that Americans will have to watch themselves over here. It’s only a matter of time that they will be refused service as they would only frighten others away. Soon there will probably be signs outside shops saying “No smoking. No Dogs. No Americans”.
Indeed, we live in interesting times.