It's the End of the World...and I'm Still Sick!

Believe it or not I am still hacking up a storm. It is crazy! This flu just doesn’t want to leave me. It has burrowed deep into my chest and has decided it likes it there. Well, buddy, you ain’t welcome!

But the point is hubby, now fully healed, decided it was time for me to leave the house and get some fresh air. Our mission:

• buy cat food for Skitty
• do groceries.

Not too hard, right? It started out well enough. I was bundled up to my nose (minus the hat, which I was berated for for the first ten minutes of our outing), we hopped into the car and left our cozy parking spot. The sky was leaden and we encountered traffic right off the bat. But, after a very slow process, we made it to the pet food store, where it took me 10 seconds to grab Skitty’s special cat food and another 15 minutes to pay for it (let’s not get me started shall we?)

The scariest part of all though, was when I left the pet store. People were rushing by me quickly, looking down or around in fright, bundled into their fur coats. What’s going on? I followed an old lady’s stare and behold! White fluffy stuff falling from the sky! Dear Lord!

I made it back to the car and told hubby to get a move on, people were starting to panic, and God knows how they would start driving. The snow was (gasp!) earlier than forecast. They just weren’t ready for it.

The first signs of trouble were in the parking lot of the supermarket. Cars backed up, honking horns, people rushing too and fro with shopping carts, glancing in terror at the sky. Uh oh, we may be too late. I walked into the supermarket and went to go get a cart. There was chaos. There were only a few carts left, and old peopel were glaring at each other to have them, I used my young quick superior powers to swipe one from right under their noses as they were too busy glaring at each other.

I quickly ran to the produce section. Items were scarce, people were jostling about in front of the sale items, fights breaking out to weigh vegetables, shouts in dialect and Italian. agitated clerks were desperately trying to field questions, and restock shelves which were being emptied in front of their very eyes.

It was like a battle field. Scenes from the end of the world. The line up alone to pay took over 40 minutes to go through. All the tills were open (I have NEVER seen that before, not even at Christmas), people were shouting to move faster, it was starting to stick! Panic made voices strident. And I shook my head. This was my outing? Battling it out with old folks for a stalk of celery? Sigh.

But we survived the assault, made it home without any mishap, and now I am back in bed, hugging my toasty warm computer, and punctuating this post with the occasional cough.

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