Irene and her over-estimation and over-reaction is thoroughly boring. The mass panic has entertaining potential, but in general it’s just been one big pain in the ass. Yesterday, at my day job, I actually had a client use the impending doom of Irene, and their need to be at the grocery store at the exact time of their appointment, to inconveniently reschedule late that evening.
At my home in Falls Church, Virginia, I went to the local chain grocery store to stock up on non-perishables on Thursday. I’m not concerned about damage as much as I have very little faith in the energy company to keep my power up through the 30mph winds and functioning after days after.
I head down the beer isle and it’s inundated with men…only men, I was the sole vagina…gathering cases of their favorite brew. I went between choosing Heineken or Corona only to start considering the possibility of being on the hurricane ravaged streets of Falls Church. Me with a fancy bottle of beer that trumps the canned 22 someone down the street would be drinking. I didn’t want their envy to encourage the looting of my now relatively unsecured condo thinking I had good merchandise. After that passing thought, I grabbed a case of Miller Light cans and proceeded with my journey.
Bread was gone. Water was gone. Many cereals were gone. Carts were filled with random items and left in the isles as the employees had no time or opportunity (and didn’t see the value in spending the time) to neatly stock the shelves.
I went to the candy isle for trail mix and it was filled with only fat women. All women. All size 22 plus. Needless to say no stray carts of merchandise were left in the isle so passing through the ocean of chocoholics was possible. I noticed a lot of those large candy bars…not King Size, those one pound bars I often wonder who purchases…were depleted.
I gathered all the food I had ventured out for except for Slim Jims, bottled water, and lighters. I go to one of the winding checkout lines and wait for a good 25 minutes to check out; all the while dodging the “cutting in line” attempts of two separate Asian men of small stature.
After leaving I went to the convenience store next door. It wasn’t busy and had the random items I needed. I go to the counter to pay for my items: 6 Slim Jims, 4 lighters, 2 boxes of pizza rolls, and a case of water. If that’s not a pothead food survival kit, then nothing is. The cashier looked at my items, looked at me, looked at my items again, and sighed with an eye roll as she scanned and bagged my purchase.
Reports from a colleague in Ashburn, Virginia, said that Thursday her local grocery store had plenty of non-perishables and water in stock but yogurts and shredded cheese were wiped out. Specifically shredded cheese. I would understand if the tortillas were also sold out too. Instead somewhere people will be popping mouthfuls of shredded cheddar like big league chew gum.
Reports from a friend in Dundalk, Maryland, is that several liquor stores are sold out of fine products such as Bud Light and Natty Boh. The North Point Wal-Mart and several grocery stores are sold completely out of soda. However, water is in full supply at aforementioned retail locations.
Reports from the television indicate that reporters are disappointed by the relatively uneventful storm, as they were from the week’s earlier uneventful earthquake, and wish they had a larger vocabulary to describe the current conditions with more than the same three sentences over and over again.
Pardon me as I break to crack open a can of Miller Lite and enjoy the view of the rain…
…I think I just saw a paper bag tumble down the street! Quick, Hon, grab the video camera!