COVID Senior Lockdown, Day 2

Happy St. Patrick’s Day in a state with no bars. Liquor stores, however, are still open. On the way home from the shore, we stocked up on cheap gin, cheap vodka, decent whiskey, both complexions of vermouth, and a case of sale wine. Everybody else was hoarding toilet paper. We have priorities.

Last evening we hit the local supermarket. Oh my God. If you managed to miss it, what you heard is true. Way too many people, way too high strung, buying all kinds of things but fatally attracted to paper goods and cleaning supplies. Because Mrs. F is always about three steps ahead of the curve, we were well stocked on that stuff, and were just looking for meat for the dinner, olives for the martinis, and grapefruit juice for the Greyhounds. We still had to stand in line. The guy in front of us must have been an old stoner on the keto diet because he braved all that just for two small bags of pork rinds. And I think that lady over there sneezed at us.