This morning, I drove down to the local medical clinic with an empty bottle of medication and my son’s vaccination immunization record in hand. There would be a reported 12,226 COVID-19 cases today and one death in New South Wales. Yesterday, New South Wales recorded 11,201 COVID-19 cases and three deaths.
As I arrived to the medical clinic at 8am, I was surprised to see five patients already inside, all with face masks on.
The only person behind front reception was the cute Vietnamese girl that often leans forward in that loose blue work blouse giving me a view of her cleavage.
As I stood in the queue, I filled in their health questionnaire, ticking the box to show that I was unvaccinated.
I didn’t have a face mask on. Looking around the room, I was taken aback to see everyone wore a face mask.
One older male keenly glared, as if to say, “What the fuck are you doing not wearing your face mask?! Don’t you fucking know the fucking coronavirus pandemic is happening right now, and there are ten thousand daily cases in New South Wales?! What’s wrong with you?!” I could see his belligerent eyes screaming, but he didn’t voice his COVID rage publicly.
Checking The Vaccination Immunization Register
I was very surprised when the cute receptionist called me by my name, “Tony. Come up.”
I thought, “Fuck! You know my name! You’re the girl that was showing me your breasts the other day.” That was a good sign.
I quietly approached the counter, where she was protected behind a Perspex wall that rose one meter from the counter into the air.
I shared the vaccination immunization information for my son, and how the government has not been updated with the information I provided to this medical clinic last week.
“I came in here last week. The male behind the counter took some photocopies. I didn’t actually go into pathology.”
She said, “Let me check.”
She asked me, “Do you have his Medicare details?”
I told her, “I can get it for you. It’s in the car.”
She quickly mentioned, “To see the pathologist, you have to wear a face mask.”
I said, “I’ll do that. I’ve got one in the car.”
I popped back to the car outside, knowing I had dropped my wallet on the driver’s seat.
When I looked in the car’s glove compartment however, I noticed there were no face masks left. I looked around the whole car, in the coffee cup holders, the cigarette lighter compartment, the back seat, on the floor. I couldn’t find one face mask, only an empty bag where the face masks used to be.
Returning To The Medical Clinic
When I came into the medical clinic a second time, there were two more people in the queue in front of me, all wearing face masks.
I thought, “Fuck! This is weird. Lots of people seem to be getting sick or worried in Sydney.”
The receptionist called me forward in the queue, before the two people standing in line.
I showed her the Medicare card, and added, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a face mask in my car. Do you supply them?”
She casually remarked, “No, we don’t.”
I offered, “I can dip into the pharmacy next door. Is it required?”
She brushed off, “Oh no, that’s okay. You can just go in really quickly.”
I thought, “Wow! This girl’s being very nice to me.”
I’m an unvaccinated person without a face mask walking around inside a medical clinic while the pandemic is piping hot in Sydney right now.
She tried to be firm with me, but when she realized that I don’t have a face mask, she didn’t care so much.
As she sorted the paperwork behind the counter, once again, I got a mouthful of cleavage in my face. It appeared that she was not wearing a top underneath her work blouse, only a bra over the nice, firm, slightly olive skin of her breasts. It was a beautiful mouthful to look at.
It is hard to tell what women think, but I’m convinced she was deliberately standing forward at her table with her hands on the table, her elbows forward, leaning her chest directly forward at the perfect angle into my face so that I would get as much titty action as possible. It was quite sexy.
Eventually she told me, “I see what’s happened.”
She showed me side by side copies of the vaccination immunization record from a few weeks ago, as well as the older immunization record that the government has.
She said, “They didn’t update the immunization record with the most recent information. But I can do that for you. I’ll have pathology do that. It’ll probably take two days to show up on the government system. When it’s done, I’ll call you.”
I told her, “That sounds great.”
I’m talking into her breasts the whole time. No one else could notice that I’m looking down her top. It was quite fun for me to do that.
I thanked her. I finished looking at her breasts.
I’m convinced she smartly kept her eyes down the whole time to allow me the grace to perv on her. It seemed like a deliberate late Christmas gift for me. I was very appreciative of that.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
