Okay. Some people need to be smacked down and sat upon while their stupidity is folded into objects consisting entirely of sharp corners and shoved where the moon don’t shine.
Oddly, I find myself to be just the guy to do that. This is not my usual thing, but I shall endeavor to persevere. Bear with me.
Regular readers know that, here at the Secret Lair, we try to keep the smugness to a minimum. We are aware that we’re making this up as we go along, and that sometimes our failures are positively comical. But I am going to take this opportunity to make an exception to the no-smugness rule.
Why, you ask? I’ll tell you why. It’s because this is completely absurd behavior.
It was a snowstorm. In the winter. Who didn’t see that coming?
People, I am hopelessly ill-equipped for extended rough living. I’m an old, stiff, lazy, going-blind, one-legged city refugee with a regular income of $30 per week. And even I somehow manage to keep months worth of food on hand. Why? Because eating is important. What kind of idiot is forced to panic-buying over a snowbound weekend? What are these people going to do if there’s an actual emergency? Resort to cannibalism? I think they’ll find, in that case, that others have beaten them to that as well, and that they are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
That is all. We now return to our regular self-deprecation, already in progress.
H/T to Claire.