Listening to Covidians whinge just isn’t fun anymore. They remind me of those yappy little mutts that people drag around everywhere. You can’t for reasons of social decorum just punt those canine carbuncles into the sun, but instead are forced to endure their yipping despite nothing of value lost if the yapper in question were to be flattened by a tractor-trailer.

Though I don’t wish this fate on the Covidians, they are equally annoying when I encounter them. Yip-yap, shut ya trap.