He came home without anything, discouraged and dismayed with the lines, the madness and insanity. (This is a guy who usually maintains his optimism. He was aghast at the empty shelves, the loaded shopping carts.)
We talked about the situation and assessed our basic needs and headed out again to Costco, no less, Saturday morning armed with a short list of essentials and some basic resolutions.
I wanted chicken and Marc wanted pickles.
We figured we could do this.
But we dreaded coming over the hill thinking we'd see masses of people and cars.
Actually it was all right, the lines of shoppers with their carts went clear around both ends of the building but you could see the finish line.
We got in line.
We chatted casually with other shoppers.
At 9:30 a.m., the door opened and people went in like well-mannered folks. No running. No violence.
We both headed to our stations. Marc was assigned eggs and the all-important pickles. I took the job of getting chicken and sausage.
We tossed in some fruit and bread.
We picked up a couple of cases of diced tomatoes.
Not wanting to be greedy, we stopped short of grabbing things we didn't need but opted for some creamies and a bag of potato chips for comfort.
We checked out.
It had only taken us an hour and we felt much better.
Perhaps we'll need to return in a day or so for more but this helped assuage my panic.
I think it might work to hunker down for a couple of days and think for a bit.
Maybe it's going to be all right.
Just maybe...
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