Thank Grog It’s Firday!
I have to admit, that I really didn’t think anything would get weirder than last week. But, of course, I was wrong. I have been playing the update in “REAL TIME” which is really weird, because “real time” in lock-down mode feels surreal.
But of course, I’m sure there is virtually nobody reading this who isn’t in the exact same predicament. Playing in real time just makes the weird dialogue excruciating. I hate it when the writers have Marge and Homer fight, separate, and almost divorce.
But, from what I am reading, this “Stay At Home” order we are under in most states (that actually have common sense) are predicted to see two rising statistics. One in the number of births in nine months, the other in the number of divorces. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, the opposite apparently could mess with other body parts. So…like most things…when thrown together unexpectedly, you just don’t know if it will bring you closer together, or further apart. Or together, apart, together, apart. together…you know what I mean.
My lovely bride of 38 years and I had exactly one of these situations this past week… It was serious. It was dire. And required me to test the limits of sanity in the wee hours of the morning!
The whole thing came to a head (an appropriate horrible play on words, that isn’t what your dirty minds imagined, as you will see…), when my wife created what became a legitimate Toilet Paper Shortage.
We had run the numbers… Like so many others… On this site… https://howmuchtoiletpaper.com/
The “Stay Home” order made us actually count our rolls…and we figured that we could just barely make 2-3 weeks, if we stayed pretty consistent in our use.
But then, another shortage (a simple $1.23 box of Onion Soup mix), created the kind of unpredictable situation that forced me into venturing into the world…at 5am…for Senior Shopping Hour at Walmart.
Deb, wanted onion dip. It is that weird thing that happens when you are told you CAN’T have something. She never makes onion dip…unless it is the holidays, and tradition calls for it. But, something about “Lockdown” makes you crave weird stuff…and in this case, it was onion dip.
And frankly, her attempt at homemade onion dip may not have been a total disaster, had she also not combined it with an attempt to recreate a recipe I had for collard greens. We have cooked collard greens once. We did so on the return from our trip to New Orleans, for a Mardi Gras party for our book club.
But, again…it’s just one of those things you crave when you are sequestered, and you re my wife.
Let’s just say that the result was a Gastro- Catastrophe that greatly depleted our rationed store of TP, and threw me into a world I had simply not anticipated.
You Might Ask… “What About Your Amazing Backporch Backside Cleaner you debuted last week?” (See Video Here ) Good question. And here’s another… Why does the word debut look a lot like De Butt? But, is pronounced in a way that rhymes with “View?”
However…back on track, and to answer your question, ”The Mrs. isn’t nearly as inclined to use the Back Porch Backside Cleaner, once the “privacy curtain” blew off in the rain and wind on Monday. But I digress…
Walmart, is the closest store to our house…and as it turns out…they offer a “Special Senior Shopping Hour” from 6-7am on Tuesdays. And it being a Tuesday, and with the aforementioned unplanned TP Shortage ensuing, I set out to try my hand at filling the gap (another bad play on words…sorry!)
Maybe I’ve seen too many news clips of Black Friday Mobs, fighting over a $300 Big Screen TV…or even people going crazy over TP this past weekend. But, I fully expected to see some modified version of the Walking Dead…especially as it was the FIRST DAY of the Total Lockdown.
However, when I pulled up…at 5:30 AM… I was shocked to find an almost empty parking lot.
In fact, for about 20 minutes, it was me and the two Walmart employees, who were doing “crowd control,” talking about how nuts it might be. But, the message from them was clear…in the trenches of the TP Wars…it’s mostly nuts in the morning…and then dead the rest of the day.
By the time it was close to 6AM, we had been joined by a bunch of Seniors, all keeping their Social Distancing (we’re polite) and all wondering the same thing; Is There Any TP?
In front of me…there were Four 8-Packs and Eleven 4-packs…of the tiniest rolls you’ve ever seen. So, yes...The TP Shortage is REAL. Even on Senior Day!
There was a smattering of meat. And hardly any Canned Goods….
But there were Loads of Gluten Free Options…which should tell you something about the American Diet. Plus, you have to admit that it is weirdly ironic, as most people who suffer from Gluten Intolerance often have the same fate as my wife and her onion dip/collard greens combo. Suffice it to say…Walmart is NOT Whole Foods.
My final assessment? I LOVED the Senior Hour. Everyone was polite, orderly, and upbeat…and seemed to just take the lack of enough TP for everyone in stride.
And, for those of you bitching that the old people are getting special treatment during this shortage… let me tell you something…”This TP was expensive (the rolls were tiny, in spite of the claim Our Largest Pack Ever!) and no great reward for my efforts.”
Bottom Line on the TP Shortage (yeah…that’s another crappy pun), People Created the Shortage…People, and a Little Common Sense, are going to have to solve it.
If this is a “WAR” like the talking heads are calling it in Washington, then I have some GREAT Ideas for how to make it work for EVERYONE!
- Issue ration tickets like they did in WWII
- Do an even/odd birthday lottery
If you have an Even Day Birthday, M-W-F – You can buy a package of TP or Hand Sanitizer – Tues-Thursday-Saturday…if your birthday falls on an Odd Day.
- And Sundays…we’ll just put 100 rolls all over the store…and live-stream the action to Sports Fans Who Are Missing all of the Sports that got cancelled (Sorry Alissa!) .
The WINNER GETS A shopping Spree on the Gluten Free Aisle!
See? Great Problems Deserve Great Solutions!
There was one more weird reality that occurred to me after I got home and caught the latest News Headlines. It is a CONSPIRACY OF EPIC PROPORTIONS… But, I got to the BOTTOM of it! (final one…I promise!).
Yes…this gets a little political. But, what isn’t political about this TP shortage??? As they say…with all of this crap coming from Washington, a TP shortage was inevitable!
Butt, (sorry, couldn’t help myself), I know that Alissa and a few others don’t like politics on this blog. So, rather than sully the pristine, politics-free, environs of this bliss-filled community, I will simply direct you to my blog for information that EVERY PERSON OVER 60 NEEDS TO KNOW... (psssssssttttt….They’re trying to kill us old people!). You’ll get the TRUTH when and where you need it!
Go here for the inside poop!:
STAY SAFE!! STAY HOME! STAY CLEAN!
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