I was at a wedding, as part of the groomsmen, waiting for the ceremony to start. Since I was in the wedding party, I was required to be there several hours ahead of time... but, due to the bride and groom's irrational fear of the Wuhan Flu, my wife wasn't allowed in the building until the ceremony started. So she had to sit in the cold December weather in the car, for HOURS. I should've left at that point, and I kick myself every day for not leaving at that moment, but it gets better. After the "10 person limit" for the building was surpassed -- there were more than 10 people in each side of the wedding party, not to mention the photographer, planner, and other wedding workers -- people started getting irrationally afraid the police would come to break up the ceremony. There was talk and worry about someone in the area calling "SWAT" on a small, empty restaurant, in the middle of country-nowhere. Nobody cared to calm down enough to think about if that made sense, or not, they just panicked. When a cop pulled someone over for running a stop sign down the street, everyone LOST THEIR FUCKING MINDS! The wedding planner busted into the room we were waiting in while the bride took her photos, turned the lights off on us, and told us to be quiet and not leave the room... "The police are here because we're breaking COVID rules, so everyone sit here, don't move, and don't make any noise. And Necromancer, put your mask on, for the 100th time! We're going to get shut down!" When she shut the door in a panic behind her, I looked around the room and audibly asked "What the actual fuck?!?! Have you all become retarded?" The rest of the groomsmen tried to explain how "serious" the situation was. But my wife was LITERALLY outside, listening to the cop write a warning for the moving violation. I cackled like a movie million when I showed them the play-by-play, and they still insisted we were going to get SWAT-ted. I was the crazy one for not taking this seriously, and I was going to be the reason the ceremony was going to be shut down. It took everything in me to not look the groom in the eye, tell him to take the entire ceremony and cram it up his loose, soy-pounded ass, and let his future "wife" know I'd rather sit outside with fresh air than breathe through another fucking mask for his "special day." I couldn't believe a man I had considered a friend could be such a fucking sheep, and refuse to care about the facts. I had never been so disappointed... disappointed in him, disappointed in the ceremony, but mostly disappointed in myself that I went along with his stupid-crazy world under the guise of trying to not ruin his wedding day.