We all deal with stress differently, My wife Cynthia deals with it by baking cookies and we were running desperately low on flour and brown sugar. It suited me to go have a look around as I am going a tad bit stir crazy. I was also hoping to find some gas while I was out as I would like to top off the tank. I found none but I now know that the universal sign for NO GAS is a plastic bag wrapped around the fuel nozzle. If you see that you know to keep driving.

I thought I had hit pay-dirt when I saw short lines at the gas station in front of the HEB grocery store. Turns out it was for employees only. I suppose that’s very sporting of HEB after working their staff all day while everyone else is either stocking up or fleeing the city.

I moved on to Kroger. For those that have e-mailed me asking how many people I thought were sticking around the west side rather than fleeing the city have a look at the nearly full parking lot

I could not park anywhere close the front.

As I was taking pictures of the parking lot a number of people asked me why I was doing this. I explained I was just documenting this experience. Several people asked if I thought it would get bad, as if looking for reassurance that their decision to stay was ok. It kind of made me uncomfortable. I just said that you should prepare for the worst while hoping for the best.

Inside it was a madhouse. I needed a nine volt battery to replace the one in the garage door opener. I literally got the last one.

Plenty of camera batteries and a few AAA’s if you are looking.

No dairy products to speak of

Canned meats mostly gone, same for the peanut butter

Interestingly enough, plenty of baking supplies. I got the flour and the brown sugar. There’s plenty more at Kroger if you need some.

Cookies are in the oven.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, cookies

The calm before

3 thoughts on “The calm before

  • September 23, 2005 at 10:27 am

    why in extreme weather is milk and bread the first to sell out? sure peanut butter sandwiches and milk. so if the power goes out unless you have a cooler the milk goes bad. so now you have bad milk and peanut butter snadwiches. I have never understood why liquor, “personal lubes”, pornography, and bef jerky aren’t the first to go. milk and bread? WTF.

    A gallon of rum, a few bags of jerky, maybe some of chef boyardees finest, and a copy or two of fat tittied midgets on ice, and I’m all set.

    milk and bread indeed.

  • August 5, 2007 at 1:24 pm

    Would love to have the cookie recipe!

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