This is the spitting image of my grocery store this morning. Except, perhaps, they are all running toward a 24 bottle case of Dasani. And maybe a few less zombies and a few more old ladies. You get the picture.
There really weren’t too many people at the supermarket this morning, but those that were there were desperate. There were lots of little old ladies asking me if distilled water was healthy to drink, if they could have milk without cereal, if they could make coffee without filters. When I finally got to the water aisle, it was wiped clean, of course. There was a lone employee wheeling a cart of Dasani over to the empty shelves. He was maybe 20 years old. The women descended upon him like vultures. It was fascinating. Really I shouldn’t be judging because I left the store with $50 worth of useless supplies. What can I say? Survival is not my forte.
