Garn the Magnificent sat in his very favorite tavern on his nice, safe contagion-free home planet. He had a large bowl of thorn-clam chowder in front of him, and a mug of excellent local ale at his elbow. All should have been right with his world, except…
“What’s troubling you?” His good childhood friend Tarn the Stalwart asked from his seat across the table. “You’ve been quiet since your last trip off-planet.”
“Hmm?” Garn looked up from his mug. “I’m fine.”
“I don’t think so,” Tarn rumbled, directing a pointed look at Garn’s place setting. “That’s your first beer and your first helping of tonight’s special – and you’ve barely touched either.”
Garn sighed. “It just seems so strange to be out in the open like this.” He leaned towards his friend and lowered his voice. “Don’t you feel the least bit un…. safe?”
“Nooo,” he said slowly. Tarn looked around quizzically. “Tral’s Tavern is much the same as it’s always been. Same food, same tables. Even Old Tark is in his usual spot by the door.”
“This is true.” Garn sighed again. “I think my travels to Earth have changed me.”
“How so?” Tarn asked, attacking his second bowl of chowder with gusto.
“I don’t know.” Garn groaned in frustration. “No, I do know. It’s too loud and there are too many people sitting too close together.” He leaned towards his friend again. “No one is wearing a face mask and it’s like no one has ever heard of social distancing.”
“Hmm…” Tarn hummed thoughtfully. “You are speaking our language, but your words make no sense to me. What is this ‘social distancing’ you speak of?”
Garn sighed yet again and told his friend of the terrible Ko-VID-19 virus that was currently raging through Earth. Garn went on to tell him about the empty markets, closed businesses, and the empty streets. “So, schools have been closed and Earthlings have been caged indoors for three of their months now,” he concluded. “They have only now begun to venture forth.”
“And you spent months in the middle of this madness?” Tarn gasped. “I understand now why you are so out of sorts.” He signaled the wait-droid for another round of ale. “What would make you more comfortable, my friend?”
And that’s how Garn and Tarn ended up getting takeout and eating their evening meal over video-link – from the security of their respective homes.
Happy Thursday, Friends!