​So on my way to work yesterday afternoon, I stopped at my old friends house up the street to see if they needed anything from the market. They are in their eighties and just celebrated their golden anniversary shut alone in the house, because of the Corona Virus.
   Water and paper towels. Normally a simple request. How about toilet paper too, I asked? No we have enough of that. Ok I said through the door and got in my car and left.
   I was working just over an hour away, and just outside the city. The building was shut down just like many others due to the pandemic. I was one of three people working there. No one infected, that I know of anyway. It would really suck to bring something like this home to my family. But I have to work, or sink like a rock.
  After my shift, I stopped at the new Shoprite in Sparta. The shelves were packed, except the paper products, baby wipes, and cleaning supplies, they were almost empty. I got one pack of baby wipes for my daughter. One, four pack of tp for the house, and a case of water for my friends Rita and Milan. Paper towels were gone.  I stayed away from the other eight people crowding the empty store. Lol  Also I used the self check out after the girl wiped it down after the customer in front of me.
  I paid and left the store, got into my car and headed home. Suddenly I had a hankering for a beer or two. Living in a rural area, nothing was open late except the bars, which were already closed , again because of the Corona Virus. Corona I thought. A nice cold one would be wonderful about now. I drink Heineken, but right now anything would be good.
I drove the dark lonely road toward home, giving up on the thought of enjoying a couple of beers when I got there. At least I was able to get Rita and Milan their water. That made me happy. But to be honest, a beer would have made me happier. The further I drove, the more I wanted one. It was weird that the urge was so strong. I resigned to myself that a nice big glass of chocolate milk with ice would have to do.
I rounded the corner to home. Stopping of course to drop off the water. I had called my wife earlier, and she had extra paper towels and brought them up already. The lights were still on so I knocked. Rita answered the door, and we decided to leave the water on the inside porch where it would stay nice and cold.
     Cold, like an ice cold beer I thought to myself. Oh thank you so much for the water and paper towels. Wait here I have something for you. Rita turned and went inside and I hollered goodbye and jumped into my car. They are great people and always try and give me something. I usually get away without having to take it. As I went to pull away this time though, the door swung open and she was, this eighty year old woman, standing in the doorway with a box of some kind. I couldn't see what it was in her shadow, but it looked real familiar. I rolled down my window and asked, is that beer?
  She didn't answer so I got out of the car and began walking toward her. Then she blurted yes, I got it for you a while ago but you always run so fast. I looked at her with a smile. Rita, you have no idea how badly I wanted a beer tonight. Well God told me to get it and here it is. I smiled and said thank you and took the twelve pack of Heineken and went home. Never did I expect my eighty year old friends to have beer in the house, especially my beer, and for me.
  I sat in the living room relaxing and let me tell you this, it was the best beer I have ever had. Okay, the best five.  Work has completely shut down now. I might need more beer. Who needs water? Lol