Going out is harder these days than being home, mostly because the shutdown has extended from the entrances to stores to the collective brains of the occupants. Being home has given us the opportunity to see the flaws in the world outside, and just what it does take to keep, as Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs so aptly put it, the civilized world work.
The ATM forced $50 bills on me. Again. The touch screen is supposed to give you the opportunity to get fives, tens, twenties or fifties, but nothing I tried produced the result I wanted. I had to settle for an item of currency nobody likes to toy with. Hey, at least it isn’t faked as often as twenties. Some banks I use only have drive-through services today. It’s a bit odd arguing about the flaws of an ATM with somebody 100 feet away behind plate glass. Fortunately I was able to break the fifties.
I hit five stores before I found a bottle of ammonia at Walmart. Fortunately Target obliterated its cart fort in front of the store I go to, but some places still use directional crowd control, such as at Wegman’s. I gave up the idea of going there because the line of people in the queue was about an hour’s worth of waiting at minimum.
At least I did see toilet paper in stores, though other shelves continued to be nearly empty. I did manage to score my peanut butter and milk, too.
Leaving the house seems lately as if we are still captive, but in a bigger bubble with limited options, but enough to get you through the week. Back at home I have supplies enough to survive until the economy gets back to normal, and I have faith that essentials will still be on hand, because dedicated workers on those essentials are still out there making sure the shelves are stocked.
Plus, I did some cleaning, so I have empty shelves if they need more room.
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