|Just snow already.
||[Feb. 5th, 2010|08:09 am]
Please, just start snowing, because then maybe everyone will shut up about it. Being the community-involved busy-body that I am, of course, I'm signed up for all sorts of communiques from Montgomery County, from Town of Kensington....apparently they are concerned that I don't know it's going to snow. |
I'm trying to figure out what kind of tv-radio-e-mail-free cave you have to be living in to not know.....and of course, if you ARE living in said cave...you're not going to get the 25 e-mail alerts, are you?
Fox News, which I DON'T watch, unless they're featuring Scary Perry, our Halloween event, but on flipping through channels, I caught the commercials for the upcoming news (which is heinously grammatically incorrect, but omigod it's going to SNOW, who has time for edits and proper sentence construction, w'ere all going to DIE!) which frankly, did seem to be making some thinly veiled death threats. I mean, I'm SURE they didn't really say "You'd better listen to our report tonight, because we're going to tell you about the things you need to survive the snowpocalypse and without them...well, we're not responsible for what happens to you."
Seriously, other than prescription medicine that needs to be filled
(and I, personally think that if you're taking medication, the lack of which for 2-3 days could really harm you....and you've let yourself get down to a 2-3 day supply...then maybe we should let nature take it's course. Some of you are making notes right now: Hmmm, remind me to never be trapped in a life-threatening situation with the Turnip. You're half-right. You have actually a pretty good chance of making it out alive. Unless I need to eat you or use you for fuel or bait, in which case the odds go down. Just remember I'm not a big fan of whining and you might be okay.)
Anyway, other than your meds...look, you can actually go without food for two days. And, even if you are culinarily deficient, you still probably have enough food to keep you from eating the furniture. Eating a jar of mustard may not be pleasant, but will keep you going.
I'd go into a rant here about how modern Americans have gone soft and don't know the first thing about hardship.
But, since I probably have enough food in the house, at all times, to keep the Captain and I fed for...well, a good month or more, probably. We may not get our full servings of fruit and vegetables each day...and near the end, I may break into that freezer burned food that's still in the freezer mostly just to keep the freezer full, because it's more economical to run it full.
And if I lost power there'd be a lot of whining. Seriously, if I can't get ahead of the laundry this weekend....
I did hit the grocery store yesterday. I wanted to wear a t-shirt that said "This is my normal shopping day and has nothing to do with the snow." Because, while we have food stocks galore, we are short on salad stuff, dairy, chicken for the dog, laundry detergent, etc. I use the self-scanning wand, so that when I'm through shopping, I'm through.
But of course, yesterday the store was filled with people who've clearly never been in a grocery store before but were obeying some kind of "it's going to snow, so stock up" lemming instinct. And, I still clearly carry some kind of "I work in a grocery store" reek, that I've never quite been able to shed. So, directing old men to the guacamole, reaching things down for little old ladies, explaining the difference between flat-iron and flank steak...
And then it came time to check out. Where there should be a dedicated express lane for people who use the self-scanner because it takes us about three minutes to check out, and that's IF we forget our pin number.
But no, yesterday there were people with full shopping carts who thought that yesterday was a good time to learn how to use the self checkout. I tried to be patient...but there were three people ahead of me, and I could only watch someone wave their can of tomato sauce seven times over the scanner, and then take five minutes to look up a single produce item on the system...and I shoved in, told them to go down and bag, I'd do it.
Zoop, bing, zoop, bing, bang, done. I had them pay, then did the next customer. Then the next. Took care of mine and as I was leaving, the woman in front of me, who was still painstakingly packing her bags said "Oh, you don't even work here...thank you so much for helping me!"
And I said "Don't thank me, the faster you get out, the faster I get out." And in my head....don't fall down in the parking lot, lady, because I will drive right over you to get out of here.
But thankfully that's over with and tonight I can head home and commence with the shoveling. And the drinking. 'Cause there's whisky in the jar...