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Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 9

Were you drinking before you went shopping?

Vic’s face registered shock.

After all I been through you insult me like that?

Were you?

I only drink during the day when I’m on vacation.

You said last night the quarantine feels like vacation.

Margaritaville, Gina. I said it feels like Margaritaville. That’s not a vacation. That’s a state of mind.

Cheeseburgers in paradise?

I’m applying for a small business loan from that bailout or stimulus or whatever it’s called.

Why?

I want to open up a little neighborhood bar when all this blows over. Like the old days on a corner, maybe, with pizza and wings and a jukebox and sports on the TV.

You don’t qualify for a government loan. You lost your last job before the coronavirus for willful misconduct. You quit the job before that, too.

Hostile work environment. Don’t blame me if I can’t go back to work no matter how hard I try now that the bug’s holding everybody prisoner. I’m looking at a lawsuit, too, for my disability injury.

What disability?

I got that post traumatic syndrome from when the prison guard zapped me with the stun gun. The PSTD that military veterans get.

Veterans aren’t the only people who suffer from PTSD.

That’s a good word to use in the lawsuit, Gina. Suffer. I got a serious case of suffrage at the supermarket.

And a case of coffee filters.

Don’t be a smart ass, Gina.

You were drinking, weren’t you?

I had two screwdrivers with my eggs so I don’t get dehydrated. I need the Vitamin C to keep my immune system strong. I was right about the mask, though, wasn’t I? All kinds of people are wearing them when they go out.

I’m even wearing one.

I was just trying to do the right thing, Gina.

I know you were.

What time you want to go stand in front of the widow at the nursing home to wave at your mother?

I don’t want to go.

She’ll be expecting us.

OK.

Bet the prison settles with me and I get a lump sum cash payout.

What would you do with the money?

Go to one of them Margaritaville hotels or resorts in Florida for two weeks. We’ve never been to Florida, Gina.

What about owning your own bar?

They got all the bars we need in Margaritaville.  

I like Jimmy Buffett.

Yeah, he’s great.

You think we’ll be OK, Vic.

Sure we will.

You positive?

I sure as hell hope not.

What?

I haven’t been tested.

That’s not what I mean. You positive we’ll make it?

You want a margarita, Gina? It’s five o’clock somewhere.

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