So today, in an excess of caution, I decided to get a mani/pedi while it was still safe to go out. And yes, you can congratulate me on having my priorities straight. First mani/pedi, then meds, then food. Oops – let me correct that. First pot, then etc. etc.
By the time I got to Costco the place was a madhouse. The lines for checkout went around to almost the back of the store. And I once again have to ask – does everyone think the corona virus gives you the death squirts? Because if not, why the hell the run on toilet paper? And yet, there they were – hundreds of customers with carts piled with toilet paper and paper towels – neither of which, to the best of my knowledge, cures the virus.
Thankfully, I was able to grab my meds and get out of Costco without an hours long wait in line. And, as I’ve mentioned before, I am a closet Costco shopper so I didn’t have to worry about getting extra supplies – my closet could take care of half of south Anchorage.
I got home and washed my hands while singing Happy Birthday to me twice. Hope I got that right. Hope that’s what I was supposed to do because my dogs were looking at me as if I’d lost my mind. And, quite frankly, somewhere in the middle of the second verse I was starting to agree with them.
So be of good cheer, folks. Because no matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, we will all remember the year we survived the great toilet paper virus of 2020… and isn’t that the perfect embodiment of this current administration’s efforts in this area – toilet paper.