Yep, and I thought that weird as well.

I wasn't on any kind of prophylaxis, though, and I know you were. Add to that that none of the rest of the Frat Clan got it either, and we were all in the damn van for how long together, besides lunch at the pub? I'm pretty fastidious about hand washing, especially since at the time Gatlinburg was a hot-spot for covid. The only thing that stuck in my mind as a possible infection point was at the Flapjacks in downtown... I had to take a leak before we left, and some 300+ pound fatass had just DESTROYED that bathroom (walking out as I was walking in). My thought at the time was "Holy shit, if this dude had covid I'm done because I just got an intimate whiff of his colon."

I mean, it could have been anywhere I suppose, but that was the instance that I remembered.

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We're fucked. There will be no happy ending here; there is no going back to 'normal.'. There are only bad outcomes and worse outcomes. And we don't get to choose those, either.