Love in the Time of Covid-19

Last weekend I spent the afternoon with 18,000+ white-clad Creighton fans, and we watched the mighty, mighty Bluejays take down Seton Hall for a share of the Big East college basketball regular season title. It was amazing and left me feeling a little tipsy and delirious.
After watching the confetti fall on students storming the court for a bit, I have to answer nature's call. There are a few high-fives, fist bumps, and elbow knocks in the queue but I keep to myself. After doing my thing, I head to the wash bins and for the first time I can remember, there is a line at the sink to wash hands. I think, "Good job, humans! Protect the herd!"
As if on cue, the guy at the sink next to me says in his outside voice, "Man, must be a lot of surgeons here! Amiright?!? Har, har!"
I mutter a little too loud, "Well, I don't want to be the guy who kills all the old people," feel an instant flush come to my cheeks, and think, shut up, Greg. There's an awkward pause.
"Me neither," he mutters back, and we both get back to scrubbing.
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