“Goodbye!” They call loudly into the night, announcing even if you don't want to hear, that they've had such a good time together, that they must cheerfully part now, hopefully, you be damned whether or not you want to hear their projected happiness. “Bye!” I also respond gustily to them, where I am, even though they cannot hear me, storeys up, apartments away. Doesn't bother me, good riddance anyway.
“Ha ha! Hee hee! Ho ho!” They laugh hysterically and maniacally, alfresco around eateries, again parading their glee for all who would not wish to experience it, but to partake of meals quieter and less cacophonic. Generating yet more infected droplets, raising the changing climate of the planet. Perhaps the loneliness of socialisation ended should kick in sooner, or they take their ruckuses elsewhere. We do not wish choking and vomiting on them instead, it's too stomach-turning for the rest of us diners. No preference too, who play their phones like public announcement systems of unsolicited performances and loudmouth talkshows.
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