We need Hollywood celebrities less than we need pretty much any occupation.
I knew that!
All of Hollywood is crying now as they have discovered it is no longer the center of the universe.
I’m a grocery trucker. Can’t tell you all what a great job everyone is doing, because I’m too tired right now. What I’ve seen behind the scenes is about enough to have me dabbing my friggin eyes.
We’ve got warehousemen and mechanics voluntarily grinding out 16-hour shifts so the drivers can hook preloaded, preinspected trailers, knock the tires, check the lights, and burn rubber for the stores. Most of our drivers have volunteered to work seven days a week until this cat is stuffed back in the bag. The store stock boys are replenishing the shelves on fast forward, laughing and cracking jokes as they go. Store personnel are deep cleaning and sanitizing the stores in batshit crazy overdrive mode after hours. Everyone is primed and jazzed.
The feds lifted hours of service caps for truckers hauling emergency supplies, which includes grocery haulers. Our governor set aside the combined gross vehicle and axle weight limits on our highways statewide. They want every possible pound of food and supplies crammed into every trailer.
I got dispatched into a spring blizzard two mornings ago. Howling wind driving the snow parallel to the ground and drifting it over miles of thick sheet ice. I crept along in the small hours with my hazard blinkers on for a solid hour at one point on a skinny road with no place to pull off. They normally would have rescheduled the load, but we had two outlying small town stores to provision. Nobody has to tell us what would happen if our shelves went bare. People would panic, drive 30 minutes to the next store, double its demand, clean it out, get exposed to sickness in bigger crowds, and bring it back home to share. Nobody wants that.
Our shelves and meat cases are chock full, though everyone’s having to man the pumps to keep them that way. The people are encouraged and reassured when they see that. They can relax, smile, get two days (vs two weeks) worth of stuff, keep their proper distance, joke about the TP, and hustle back home where they belong.
The drivers and workers are owning this shit individually—and they’re killing it. Loads of well-earned “damn we’re good” pride. Nothing like this has happened in anyone’s memory. It looks like a real Love Your Neighbor situation to me.
This is the way Americans operate when there are problems to be solved. America needs to have a big party when this is over.
Indeed they are
Thank your stock boys if you can.
I believe I ran into a deranged one early this AM, he was slamming paper towel cases onto the floor before cutting them open, perhaps he just wanted a better workout but I got angry vibes.
I’m sure they are all stressed.
“Stock boys?” LOL! That’s really retro.
“Truckers and Stock Boys Are Vital, Hollywood Is Not”
Aces to your Post!!!
:)
I recently asked a celeb where I could buy toilet paper and was told that their servants always bought the paper so they did not know themselves.....
Yep - when I go to Walmart, I make sure to thank the staff for being there to put up the groceries.
In a country that doesn’t make much I guess the truckers and shelf stockers are important.