Landlords, LMAO
My landlord scheduled a Thanksgiving dinner for the motel denizens, promising “good, free hot food” to the mostly poor people who live here. It was a great way to get some 40 of us middle-aged folk to gather, unmasked, in a small space outdoors in the cold wind. After an hour, someone passed along the word that the event had been cancelled. The good part? I don't have to worry about getting food poisoning. The not so great part? I get to find out just how well that bivalent Covid booster works for someone immunosuppressed like me.
ETA: I like to joke a lot, but I'm not a trivial person. I didn't risk Covid to get a free hotdog: I wanted to meet the new manager and talk about rent assistance programs.