Hell hath no fury like a grocery store in the South when there's a chance of snow.
Here in North Carolina, we're evidently getting ready for Armageddon. Yes, Old Man Winter has threatened us with a hint of snow and if you didn't know any better, you'd think the end of the world was coming.
Keep in mind if you will, that meanwhile, back in the North, entire towns and cities are covered in record breaking weather. Here though? There's a chance of a few inches for tonight and maybe tomorrow - and the schools were let out early, people are taking off from work and everything is already closing for tomorrow. The craziest part? Not one flake has even fallen from the sky yet. I'm not kidding.
I naively made the mistake of thinking it would be nice to make a big pot of chili for dinner tonight since it'll be good and cold outside. I quickly remembered, that about the last place you want to be however, is between a Southerner and a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread. WHY milk and bread? I will never know. It's the universal rallying cry for survival skills down here for some reason.
I think they teach it in Boy Scouts or something once you get below the state of Virginia.
Just pulling into the parking lot of the store brought visions of panicked masses, foaming at the mouth with white knuckles clenching onto their steering wheels, ready to pounce on any given sign of an open parking spot. The entire lot was full while the 'lucky ones' who had already parked, were bustling about in head to toe winter gear worthy of the Iditarod.
Everyone had that crazed look in their eyes as if they'd hurt you, really, really hurt you, if you got in their way.
Two people right in a row cut me off when a parking space became available. I was sitting there waiting for the other guys to back out when, bam. They pulled right in and glared with such carnal snarls, it would've made your mouth drop.
Yes, there's no getting between a Southerner and their groceries before a storm.
I don't dare say that being from the North, I actually hope for a ton of snow. People down here don't seem to like to hear that. Then again, around this same time last year, we actually got a few inches of snow and it turned into this...
Here in North Carolina, we're evidently getting ready for Armageddon. Yes, Old Man Winter has threatened us with a hint of snow and if you didn't know any better, you'd think the end of the world was coming.
Keep in mind if you will, that meanwhile, back in the North, entire towns and cities are covered in record breaking weather. Here though? There's a chance of a few inches for tonight and maybe tomorrow - and the schools were let out early, people are taking off from work and everything is already closing for tomorrow. The craziest part? Not one flake has even fallen from the sky yet. I'm not kidding.
I naively made the mistake of thinking it would be nice to make a big pot of chili for dinner tonight since it'll be good and cold outside. I quickly remembered, that about the last place you want to be however, is between a Southerner and a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread. WHY milk and bread? I will never know. It's the universal rallying cry for survival skills down here for some reason.
I think they teach it in Boy Scouts or something once you get below the state of Virginia.
Just pulling into the parking lot of the store brought visions of panicked masses, foaming at the mouth with white knuckles clenching onto their steering wheels, ready to pounce on any given sign of an open parking spot. The entire lot was full while the 'lucky ones' who had already parked, were bustling about in head to toe winter gear worthy of the Iditarod.
Everyone had that crazed look in their eyes as if they'd hurt you, really, really hurt you, if you got in their way.
Two people right in a row cut me off when a parking space became available. I was sitting there waiting for the other guys to back out when, bam. They pulled right in and glared with such carnal snarls, it would've made your mouth drop.
Yes, there's no getting between a Southerner and their groceries before a storm.
I don't dare say that being from the North, I actually hope for a ton of snow. People down here don't seem to like to hear that. Then again, around this same time last year, we actually got a few inches of snow and it turned into this...
and this...
and yes, even this...
Come to think of it, I guess that pot of chili can wait for just a few more days.
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