in a miserable kind of way.
So I was at the grocery store this morning. Thought I would take advantage of the sale on beef roast. I had bought four packages earlier in the week and canned them. I wanted to can another six packages worth.
As I am putting the roasts into my cart, a woman comes up along side me. As the third package went into my cart, she sort of starts to edge me out of her way. When I didn't move, she reaches over me, grabbing packages like she thought there wouldn't be any more. I just stood back and watched her. A package of meat at a grocery store just isn't worth the hassle of dealing with an obnoxious woman.
When she had what she wanted, off she flounced, triumphant in her winning whatever game she thought she was playing with me. Guess she didn't realize that she was playing alone.
I have to wonder what would happen if the poo really did hit the fan and there were fifty people just like that woman, all wanting to get their hands on the last loaf of bread in the store. I think I am glad that I have thought far enough ahead so that I will be home, baking my own bread.
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7 hours ago
Before hurricane Ike, I went to the grocery store and happened to arrive a few minutes before they locked the doors, so the employees could evacuate.
ReplyDeleteThe people were polite, but the run on groceries just about emptied the shelves of many items.
It was a sobering experience. You never think of the grocery shelves empty, until you see it happen.
I rarely encounter people as rude as that woman at the meat counter. For the most part, they are pleasant and relatively polite.
ReplyDeleteI have never seen a grocery store that has been cleaned out prior to a storm. The only predictable storms here are winter blizzards, and I haven't seen one of those since the Halloween blizzard of 1991. But seeing the news reports of the devastation from hurricanes in the east and south and the suffering of people during those times, along with the memory of how tough it was a number of years ago when I was out of work for a time, has made me determined to be able to take care of myself and my family no matter what happens.
Guess that comes from being raised by Depression era parents. And knowing that I don't ever again want to wonder where our next meal is coming from.
It rained buckets today, which made me dread my trip to the grocery store.
ReplyDeleteMy dread was unfounded. With the rain, only a half dozen were in the store, so the entire experience was pleasant.