The Sample Collector Author : SHRIYANS SACHITH

 The Sample Collector

Author : SHRIYANS SACHITH

My father had to be back on his tour abroad and as the norm is nowadays he had to be tested for Covid.
The swab sample collector was expected any time now and daddy had instructed us to be clear of the living room and watch from a distance. The door bell rang and I took up an advantage point that gave me a glimpse of the entire situation in the living room.
The sample collector was a young man with a large rucksack on his shoulders. After the introductions daddy sat himself on a chair while the sample collector downed his huge baggage. He zipped open a few compartments and yanked out pouches that had the requisites for a sample collection, a swab stick that was a lean plastic spike, a test tube to put the swab into and his PPE items.

As he started to dawn his PPE starting with pullover plastic pant he almost lost his balance and only managed to right himself by using the wall. The white paint on the wall now had a Congress party palm mark on it. Daddy looked bemused and the collector gave a toothy grin.Next he pulled over a white coat, again a plastic ensemble with a hood. Next was a face mask, gloves and face shield. He now resembled an astronaut. An astronaut wielding a plastic spike and about to send it up daddy's nostrils. Daddy said his prayers and waved at us as if he was not sure whether he would make it through the ordeal.

What happened next send me and my sister rolling over in laughter.

The astronaut jabbed the plastic spike up daddy's nostrils and daddy almost instinctively reacted by getting hold of the plastic suit and yanking at it with his muscular arms. The astronaut was brave and jabbed right back in deeper. Daddy threw his head back as the collector swirled the spike around in his nostril and just as he was about to remove the spike daddy gave a huge sneeze.
The interaction left daddy with a sneeze fit and the astronaut had a tear on his prized suit and his face shield was littered with daddy's sneeze material that jetted out.

The astronaut aka sample collector gave a toothy grin again as he watched us have a laugh riot and quickly placed the swab in the test tube and sealed it. He later placed all the stained and torn PPE in a garbage bag and sealed it in his baggage. After a quick paper work he left in a hurry.

Daddy was still sneezing and we had a laugh riot to remember.
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