Chairperson Ork Dorken hadn't even rapped his Coke bottle on the table when Old Sievert burst into the community ZCBJ hall to join the town's 13 other electors for a meeting of the Community Homeland Committee.
Pulling his mask down below his chin, he cursed in a string of 4-letter words that no family newspaper would print.
"I've had it with this dang pandemonium," he barked.
"Pandemic. Pandemic....