Just left the grocery store. There was a lady wearing gloves and a crocheted scarf around her neck. Walking around, sometimes with the scarf held to her face, sometimes not. Messing with her phone picking up items putting them down then putting her scarf to her face.
Interesting article. Synopsis - rate of transmission was the same regardless if schools closed or not.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opin...ovid-19-reality-national-lockdown-is-no-cure/
Costco Part Dos, The Reckoning.
So there, no kidding, strolling thru Costco today after having filled up on $1.49 gas in both the truck and my wife’s car. Can’t pass up on that, it’s good stuff.
Anyways there’s no line to get in, and the natives weren’t restless. We wandered to aisles just to see what Coronageddon looked like. As expected, paper goods had been decimated, even though they’re reloading every day. Raw Beef and chicken was out, as well as 50lb bags of rice.
Pretty much every thing else was untouched. By this time, my lovely bride stopped, stared at me soulfully, with a desire in her eyes I hadn’t seen in a while. Now, I don’t write those steamy, torrid romance novels that she likes to read, but I would imagine that’s how it would be written.
Anyways, she turns, gives me ‘the look’ and says “Let’s check out the bourbon aisle, lover”. So we started to mosey out and head over to the Costco Liquor store because yes Mabel, we’re down to two handles of Weller and that’s no bueno.
Back to the story, which is true; mostly. Since they’ve installed the self-checkout, this lets us leave Costco without feeling guilty that we didn’t buy anything and we can just cut thru the lines on the left and right like Moses parting the Red Sea, which about of the same importance as making it to the liquor section and re-assuring my better half that we’d not be left high and dry with none of that most patriotic liquor.
And that’s when we saw it. The dude in the commie milsurp gas mask. Now realize, we’re both veterans and have been gassed (figuratively and literally) and know the shit show we’re witnessing is of epic proportions and decide we have to get a picture of this. I realized this dude must be one prepared dude, so I went for my cell phone with one hand, and used the other to confirm my so aptly named less than lethal solution, the execution torch, was ready to deploy in case this guy had a less than enthusiastic reaction of becoming a celebrity since I have a a huge following in this whole social distancing game.
I’m always strapped, but Costco doesn’t particularly care for members to employ deadly force after that whole deal Cali where the cop offed the dude bitching over the cops kid. I hear they’ll trespass you and your membership gets forfeited or something gay like that, but I don’t really think this situation warrants me losing my right to purchase TP in bulk, which is why I needed the execution torch in case trouble started brewing.
But alas, it wasn’t there on my hip, next to my trusty 1911. And that’s why y’all don’t have a picture of a dude in costume at Costco and I came home with a bottle of Crown Royal peach instead of bourbon.
You can say that again
Ok.That’s not really the synopsis...
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Did you get the 55gal drum of tampons too?Costco Part Dos, The Reckoning.
So there, no kidding, strolling thru Costco today after having filled up on $1.49 gas in both the truck and my wife’s car. Can’t pass up on that, it’s good stuff.
Anyways there’s no line to get in, and the natives weren’t restless. We wandered to aisles just to see what Coronageddon looked like. As expected, paper goods had been decimated, even though they’re reloading every day. Raw Beef and chicken was out, as well as 50lb bags of rice.
Pretty much every thing else was untouched. By this time, my lovely bride stopped, stared at me soulfully, with a desire in her eyes I hadn’t seen in a while. Now, I don’t write those steamy, torrid romance novels that she likes to read, but I would imagine that’s how it would be written.
Anyways, she turns, gives me ‘the look’ and says “Let’s check out the bourbon aisle, lover”. So we started to mosey out and head over to the Costco Liquor store because yes Mabel, we’re down to two handles of Weller and that’s no bueno.
Back to the story, which is true; mostly. Since they’ve installed the self-checkout, this lets us leave Costco without feeling guilty that we didn’t buy anything and we can just cut thru the lines on the left and right like Moses parting the Red Sea, which about of the same importance as making it to the liquor section and re-assuring my better half that we’d not be left high and dry with none of that most patriotic liquor.
And that’s when we saw it. The dude in the commie milsurp gas mask. Now realize, we’re both veterans and have been gassed (figuratively and literally) and know the shit show we’re witnessing is of epic proportions and decide we have to get a picture of this. I realized this dude must be one prepared dude, so I went for my cell phone with one hand, and used the other to confirm my so aptly named less than lethal solution, the execution torch, was ready to deploy in case this guy had a less than enthusiastic reaction of becoming a celebrity since I have a a huge following in this whole social distancing game.
I’m always strapped, but Costco doesn’t particularly care for members to employ deadly force after that whole deal Cali where the cop offed the dude bitching over the cops kid. I hear they’ll trespass you and your membership gets forfeited or something gay like that, but I don’t really think this situation warrants me losing my right to purchase TP in bulk, which is why I needed the execution torch in case trouble started brewing.
But alas, it wasn’t there on my hip, next to my trusty 1911. And that’s why y’all don’t have a picture of a dude in costume at Costco and I came home with a bottle of Crown Royal peach instead of bourbon.
Did you get the 55gal drum of tampons too?
Got tired of running out of eggs and seeing the shelves empty. Bought the 5 dozen box from HEB this morning.