With the advent of COVID, Bruce’s neuroses finally became useful. Social distancing? Check! He was a loner, something of a sociopath. No physical contact? Check! He didn’t like to be touched. Disinfecting? Mr. Germaphobe carried his own hand sanitizer and wipes.
Work from home? He was a ‘Prepper’ who’d bought this bunker of an old stone barn and was fixing it up. He’d laid in a ton of government-surplus dried foods. The windmill pumped water through filters, and supported a satellite dish for phone and internet. The roof was solid solar cells.
“Call me when it’s safe to come out.”
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