Elmer made a mental note of the date and day the man from the Bureau of Land Management came to his farm: March 12, 2020.
“I’m Mr. Ricks with the Bureau of Land Management. Got a minute to talk?”
” ‘Bout what?”
“I heard you’re stockpiling cleaning disinfectant. Thought we should talk about that.”
It was a day and visit Elmer would come to regret for the rest of his life. Over the next few weeks Elmer would witness an unprecedented economic collapse, the shocking news that world leaders had fallen ill to the deadly coronavirus, the implosion of the billion dollar industry known as “amateur athletics,” professional sports teams sidelined and forgotten, (all but the Tampa Bay Rays who actually experienced an increase in attendance at Tropicana Field,) and martial law enforced in major cities as neighbors fought over the basic needs for survival. Amidst the chaos and panic, Lysol would become the liquid gold that saves a nation.
And Elmer had warehouses full of Lysol.
The Day The World Sneezed is Whimsical Almost-End-Times Satire