As news broke that the city was being placed on lock-down because people breathe too much in public places, some folks did not quite understand the full impact of the directive. As shown in this photo taken at the Wankerbonker Club for Extremely White People, the seriousness of the situation was the last thing on their inebriated minds. All they knew was that they weren’t required to report for work in the morning, and the joy of not having to deal with annoying and worthless co-workers was plenty of reason to celebrate.
Only two people seem on the verge of comprehending reality. In the lower right, Hobart Gore, distant relative of Albert, has just made the connection that “not working” means “no income”. And in the far background, right, Clarence Cleaver, distant relative of the Beaver, is stealing the supply-room key. Whilst the others guzzle, he plans to smuggle out all of the toilet paper, most of the cocktail peanuts, and any remaining bottles of gin.
Some people are always ahead of the curve, some people are always behind it…