|You can't tell he chonky. But take my word for it. He's a tick with fur.|
It's not the run on toilet paper and hand sanitzer that surprises me. It's that it's still (at this writing) still possible to find Twinkies (including CHOCOLATE FLAVORED ONES, thank you very much ironic junk food gods that put these on Earth AFTER I gave up sweets for good) and Doritos... even the questionable favors (anything but nacho cheese)... are still on the shelves.
We are not prone to panic; my wife's work in a mens' homeless shelter pretty much assures that if COVID-19 hits the homeless community that we're front and center for exposure. And... it will. That is, if it hasn't hit already but no one knows because the state of Kentucky has 120 test kits... that's one for every county for you Social Studies folks. Add to the the fact that the executive management of #Trumplandia is blocking states from using Medicaid to pay for testing. I'm sure they'll call this a cost savings issue, and Mitch McConnell will flap his throad waddle in passionate agreement, even he flops his eyes back agreeing with the trillion dollar drain on the Fed to bolster up the corporate cronies in the military-industrial complex. But again ... not prone to panic. We are planners and preppers (of a sort) by natural inclination, so we're more or less ready if River City experiences a serious lockdown.
So we plan, avoid panic, and accept that while we will do everything we can to avoid exposure, the fact is, our chances are better than average.
But we DID notice yesterday that we were low on cat food for our chonky little trash kitty, Wasabi. And we noticed that we were dangerously low on cheese. And honestly, I figured that, being Thursday, the next wave of panic shopping wouldn't hit until today (Friday) when most everyone gets paid. So we went to the store last night after a lovely dinner with her mom and some friends we see maybe once or twice a year.
Dear Friends and Readers, I was wrong.
The Kroger on New Cut only had two check out lanes open, and pretty much everyone but us was pushing around carts that were loaded down and roughly 100 times their individual body weight. Of course, there were tons of Self-checkout Lanes available, but I personally don't like encouraging wage theft and no one pushing around 1000 metric ton of groceries is going to scan all that themselves.
We used a small cart and bought cat food (double coupon!), yogurt, cheese, a few incidentals for upcoming meal planning, and some seltzer water. And then we waited. The three carts ahead of us were loaded down with apoclapyse supplies: frozen pizzas, chicken nuggets, sugar cerea, milk, pop. No one had toilet paper or hand sanitizer because the shelves were empty from the previous wave. The cashier's eyes were glazed over and there weren't enough people working for either register to have its own bagger... which mean the cashiers had to do double duty.
But, we survived and made it home in time to go to bed. And we we woke up in plenty of time this morning.
I'm not hearing anything about mass riots over bungholio paper, but I have heard that bidet sales are doing well. I suppose there's that. And to be honest, when all this is over, I can't say that I won't think hard about buying one for The Hermitage.