So, after hitching up the sled dogs, braving the gauntlet of feral children armed with ice-balls who were given a day without their keepers, and the treacherous ice floes on every street corner requiring a kayak and harpoon to negotiate, I ventured to the local über-mart.
During times of mass hysteria, you know, 9/11, an in-store appearance by Justin Timberlake and Miley Cyrus, a snowstorm, etc., what is left on the shelves can often be an indication as to the general attitude of civilisation. My neighborhood is very family oriented; so, one might expect the normal things like milk and eggs to be gone from the shelves. Not so. There were no frozen waffles, no english muffins, no cookies, no ice cream, no bread, few frozen veggies, and plenty of toilet paper, cleaning products, and beer.
What could this mean?
I ask you.