If you live in an area where hurricanes frequent, they tell you to make sure you’re well stocked on supplies. I learned yesterday that there’s a reason for this: they may not be there when you need them.
I went to my local Walmart on a drizzly morning. Usually I go and get things from other sections of the store before I get groceries, but with news on social media about there being runs on supplies, I switched that around. Those few minutes it takes might be the difference between getting water and not getting water.
Well, I didn’t have to worry. There was no water, and there was no bread to be had except gluten free bread. I’ve never seen it that bad here before a hurricane in all my life where you can’t get supplies and gas, and I’ve been through many hurricane threats in the Tampa Bay Area going back to Elena in 1985.
I also encountered the loss of civility amongst my fellow shoppers, including an old guy in a scooter who seemed to delight in blocking me as much as he could. If I tried to get around, he and his scooter would take up just enough space to box me in. It dawned on me he’d also bite my proverbial head off if I said “excuse me” or exercised some resemblance of manners, so I decided to quit while I was behind and tolerated his overzealous selfishness.
I got most of what I needed. But like I said, I’ve never seen a supply run this bad, ever. You’d think we were under nuclear attack or something.