Starting to enjoy this whole retirement deal with Rick, and we ended up in a bar before noon, somehow.
Sat down, ordered us some drinks, and struck up a generally friendly conversation with the bartender.
Anyway, Rick and I were talking back-and-forth, and Rick sorta stopped me after my sentence, in a hushed whisper (Dude is WAY WAY MORE sensitive of others than I am. I simply DGAF when out and about in meatspace), and said "Dude, you just said the C word?".
Confused? "Uhh, dude, I'm pretty sure I didn't say 'cunt' in the last 30 seconds", to which Rick responded, "No man, COVID".
I boisterously, and much to Rick's chagrin, retorted in a hyper-animated fashion "So what if I'm saying the word COVID out loud?", when - right on cue - bartender returns back into hearing range of our discussion, and responded to us with "Oh yeah. Don't worry about COVID-19. I'm vaxxed."
The fucking look Rick and I gave each other at that exact moment, was just so...
Fucking hilarious.
Oh yeah, no masks, cuz Texas, so... I hate this goddamn planet.
EDIT: ... and here Rick and I were thinking to ourselves "Oh Jesus Fucking Christ... What sort of mRNA-derived mutant-strain-madness is this guy cooking in his upper nasal tract that is going to kill us all..."
Pretty funny.
Would've been even funnier if, in that exact moment, you both simultaneously pulled out masks and put them on. Lol. (not that I think masks actually do shit)