I went to the store today to buy some coffee and milk. As I write that sentence and reflect on how
innocuous that sounds, I think of how I felt when I left the house to go to the
supermarket this morning. It seemed like
a typical Saturday, and I expected the store to be a little busier than it
would be on a weeknight (when I usually go shopping). How wrong I was.
I forgot to consider that the store will be closed tomorrow,
and that meant that everyone and their dog would be at the supermarket stocking
up. I had never seen so many carts full
to the brim. It was just like I see on
those coupon shows where the husband and wife are pulling three shopping carts
up to the checkout at a time.
Perhaps I just don't understand the significance of a
holiday. The supermarket will be closed
for one whole day. I guess that is
reason enough to panic. When the zombie apocalypse
arrives, I'm sure we will be no less vigilant.
Heaven forbid anyone run out of Pillsbury crescent rolls or tacquitos. We're talking life or death here.
I just couldn't join the fray. I didn't even bother getting a cart. I took a handbasket and tried to get out as
quickly as possible. I easily qualified
for the express lane, but couldn't get over to it, so just lined up behind
anyone I could. I was almost run over by
carts numerous times. I heard several
people remark on how "crazy" it was, but they didn't give up and go
home either.
All I can conclude is that life is weird.
