now a hurricane. And all in one week. Dare I ask, what next? I gave into the pressure and went to the grocery store and bought water. 2 cases. Along with a bunch of other storm-inspired junk. Then this weird guy helped me load the water into my cart. Few creepy vibes, but mostly he was annoyed that I was blocking the self-check out. He thought I was just being slow, but the lady in the computer was insisting, "help is on the way," which wasn't happening any time soon because all of Northern Virginia was at the grocery store needing assistance. So Mr. Nice Guy took it upon himself to hunt down "help." She came, set me free from the computer check out jail and I was out of there.
The shelves were looking a little sparse and the parking lot. Lets just say that's why I have car insurance. People are insane. I love my car and all, but don't you think if you were driving a car worth more than my life, you'd look both ways first? Apparently not.
I've got my pre-storm shopping fix and I'm prepared should I be forced to expand my natural disaster repertoire. Here's to hoping Irene drives like the people in the grocery store parking lot and takes a sharp turn to the right back out into the middle of the ocean where she can wreak havoc until her heart's content.
Now if you'll excuse me, my storm-ration ice cream is calling my name.
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