I drive to work, but it has been castrated by the outage. They too, believe this is temporary, and give me a week off with pay. On my way home, I stop at the grocery for extra supplies.
I’ve been preparing my larder, but I am not a fool after all.
There is a bit of bottled water, which I take,, some canned ham, a bag of sugar and flour, no Korn kits, but a few cans of condensed milk, two bags of dry cat food the same for the dogs.
I go home, expecting the best, believing the worst, but believing I am a crazy fool. What will I do with all this crap when the lights come back on?
Around the fourteenth day I hear voices in the streets. I do not hear words but tones. Both questioning and challenging. I do not look.
You could slather them with barbeque sauce or fry them with onions, celery and fry em.....
Its your choice you can prep or you can stand around on a bridge waiting for FEMA to bring you a bottle of water, a MRE, a warm banklet and a kiss for your boo-boo and maybe you can even get your picture as you stand there on the national news. How do you think that will workout for you?