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Herd behavior strikes



Monday, March 16 
Today was our first official day of mindfully staying isolated at home and it was very boring until 7 pm when Jack came over to "shop" from our pantry. The grocery stores were cleaned out, he said. Empty shelves.  No milk.  No meat except prime steak.

"So sad," I said. "Help yourself; we have plenty."
"And now that they're closing the liquor stores..." 
"!! The liquor stores!  Why would they do that?!" 
Don't know, he said, just look it up online, message from the governor, starting tomorrow.

I didn't look it up, jumped in the car and made like a bat out of hell for Total Wine.  We were running low in several categories and I'd been meaning to go. 

The store certainly looked like the last day.  Parking lot was packed, lots of people pushing full carts holding grimly to the cart handle with antibacterial tissues.  One guy was talking on his phone, coordinating with his wife at Costco to pick up items he couldn't find.  But it's a warehouse, for goodness sake.  Still plenty of liquor for all of us.

At the checkout I asked about a closing.  "Oh no," she said cheerfully.  "That's bars.  We'll be open."




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  1. PamelaMarch 29, 2020 at 5:02 AM

    So does he have a mask? Maybe you need to sew one. Treadle Yardgoods on Grand were handing out kits for free last weekend.
    Kind of like - getting the womenfolk to do all they can for the union.

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  2. PamelaMarch 29, 2020 at 5:05 AM

    Good god - can you imagine closing the liquor stores. Brewster sent a picture of Thomas's Liquors and they were outside taking orders - and then someone would fetch it and bring it out to you. But the aisles in that place are super narrow - - it's not even 6 feet between 2 aisles.

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