A crisis really brings out the worst in most people, namely in what the hell they buy when there’s bad weather afoot and now this pandemic cajoling people into limiting their American lifestyles. For my friends who don’t live in Texas, HEB is synonymous with “grocery store” because the other chains have very little presence. I think the only competitors remaining are Randalls, Wal-Mart, SuperTarget and Whole Paycheck.
Moving along, I ventured out to get a few things I know I’d enjoy or what are my staples not needing a fridge. Yes, I haven’t replaced the one which died last May.
Getting in was like a dance club on Sixth Street before it got skanky. There was a line outside and you couldn’t go in until the security guard saw somebody leave. Obviously, there were carts loaded with bottled water (congratulations Nestle on getting people suckered into that myth) and toilet paper. The only disappointment for me was all the Chef Boyardee (generic and name-brand) being gone. C’est la vie. No trouble with turkey chili, it’s Texas so this might brand me a Commie.
Now people enjoy this canned goop.
The toilet paper shortage is what I find the most pathetic. Sure, this “lockdown” may last six-to-eight weeks but c’mon, how much crapping do these people plan on doing in the short term? Firstly, you only need enough sheets to keep it off your fingers and you better wash your hands afterwards. Secondly, if your movement is that nasty, see a doctor and/or take a shower for Chrissake. I doubt even two-ply is going to matter.
America at its lowest.
I hope things are going well for you all everywhere else!