A week ago
I was deep in a post-surgical fog, wondering how the hell this lady talking to me knew my name. Then it started to dawn on me that "it" was over. The big mystery that had hung over my head for nearly six years was about to be solved.
“We got to get the bread and milk!”. The first blizzard of the season is on its way. When I worked in the grocery business days like today, the proverbial "calm before the storm", we would be slammed. The panic in the shoppers as they lined up before the doors opened in the morning. The only days worse were the ones before Thanksgiving. They rush the milk aisle, the bread, the meat. Nothing is safe. They have to stock up. They fill their carts with the abandonment of a contest on that old game show "Supermarket Sweep". Except this was real life. This was bloodsport. Most people these days are already pretty well stocked due to carrying extra inventory in the pandemic. In the spring we could not get supplies and were dealing with the first real shortages in our lives. People older than us had experienced worse I am sure. But fighting over toilet paper? That is not an issue right now. But the panic is still out there I am sure. We get our groceries delivered...
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