Or wishing I could.
Rather foolishly I thought I could walk into town and get the few items not in stock last night.
As said, the town has largely shut down so I was limited to:
One wholesaler, in name only and, to the locals delight, barring auslanders.
One freezer goods shop
A butcher, which I didn’t need but it’s nice to know it is open.
A bakery, as above, same niceness.
And 5 other ‘7-11’ type tiny shops.
As for them?
No bread, only one had fresh milk, and all had an assortment of food stuff I wouldn’t feed to the dog. So I guess, after raping the supermarket last night, the masses started on the little guys.
One loaf of plum bread. Just because it’s lovely.
SWMBO’s Sudoku Book, a box of jellies for her Easter Gift, a surprise was toilet cleaner (yes I’m sad like that), and that’s about it.
As for the population?
Social distancing wasn’t needed outside as I reckon I only saw a dozen people tops!
Where I went into was also foot light, cars were few, local, and mainly parked up.
What was missing was the tumbleweed rolling down the largely deserted streets although the discarded crisp packets were trying their best to look intimidating.
If this goes on for another six months I’m thinking the town will DIE!
Being an avid ‘watcher’ there was a resigned and physical ‘sag’ in many that wasn’t nice to see. Tired, head thus eyes down, arms not swinging, plod like walk, and even couples weren’t talking.
Singles were wanly smiling at each other in the hope of an interaction, but there was little of that.
There was however a funny in Supermarket 1.
A feral, female of the species ‘brainless and entitled’ lost it over having to queue, behind a lengthy line of three.
So she pushed her way to the front of the line and was told off in no uncertain way, publicly, by the store manager, she would have to return to the end of the queue and wait her turn.
So she tried to fight her way to the back again only to be stopped and told that she would have to follow the customer routing stickers on the floor as she was endangering others.
“You can shove it” says she, plus a few more swear words that would have made a sailor blush. The basket was dropped on the floor and she stormed out.
With the obviously tired manager saying to her back
“Nice to see you today, but DON’T come back”.
Who ever said tiredness blunts humor?
Still it got her a ripple of applause.