About a year ago, I went to a local urgent care with a minor skin issue (so minor that I can’t even remember now what it was for). As I walked up to the receptionist, clearing my throat to speak, she wheeled her chair back in panic and shouted at me, “get far away from this desk!” and covered her nose and mouth. I tried to tell her in vain that I was not coughing and that I was not there because I had any coronavirus symptoms. I was stunned and pissed for a hot minute, but then passed it off as a one-off incident and went on with my life trying to survive the realities of the pandemic. I even laughed about a hashtag that went around: #coughingwhileasian.
you know how this feels
you know how this feels
you know how this feels
About a year ago, I went to a local urgent care with a minor skin issue (so minor that I can’t even remember now what it was for). As I walked up to the receptionist, clearing my throat to speak, she wheeled her chair back in panic and shouted at me, “get far away from this desk!” and covered her nose and mouth. I tried to tell her in vain that I was not coughing and that I was not there because I had any coronavirus symptoms. I was stunned and pissed for a hot minute, but then passed it off as a one-off incident and went on with my life trying to survive the realities of the pandemic. I even laughed about a hashtag that went around: #coughingwhileasian.