The grocery store was a little bit looted. It felt very cinematic, which I must say, is scary as fuck, because life shouldn’t come with an impending sense of doom. Anyway, swirled away by the tide of shoppers, the teacher tearfully called that she missed the kids, and was very sorry not to have had a chance to say a proper goodbye (our classes were canceled Friday after school ended). But to also be fair, I was well past the narrow opening of the doors, and this person could’ve gone around. To be fair, I had stopped in the entry foyer (?). Immediately, someone trying to give me a proctology exam with her cart yelled, “Excuse me, EXCUSE ME.” I saw my littlest kid’s teacher there, who is THE BEST and I nearly surprise-cried to see a friendly face.
Not a big one, but by dawn light, the huge VONS parking lot, which is so large to have at times hosted things like Farmer’s Market, Blood Drives, and 2-3 RVs camping on the sly during summer months, was perhaps 1/5 full, but not enough people to spark that panicky too-crowded-must-hurry sense. The idea of pulling up to the parking lot and seeing a line to get in was giving my newly developing agoraphobia/social anxiety/general tweakiness a big ole goosing in its posterior, and so we figured early morning Sunday would be our best chance to outwit, outlast, out whatever the rest of that old Survivor motto was.
Husband and I got up at the break of dawn Sunday to hit the grocery store when it opened. Hi Diddly Ho Neighborino GIF from Nedflanders GIFs
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