RACIST NURSE

 


I remember once encountering what I thought was a racist nurse.
It seemed rather odd.
That a vocational carer would have such fiercely negative views about others, based simply on their nationality and their desire to live somewhere else.
As she tightened the tourniquet around my arm I resisted the urge to expostulate, and remained silent until she had finished telling me about her villa in Torrevieja.

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