Covid-19 Scare Cray Cray Levels, Not Your Zombie Girl

On a level of cray cray to very cray cray, where am I at during the Covid-19 (Coronavirus) scare? I am not cray cray at all. I did take Vampire Blood out on the streets for that apocalypse prep grocery trip. Two things --- Vampire Blood is my anti-bacterial hand gel, and my grocery trip was only a slightly frenzied one because the month of Ramadan is coming up ahead. I cannot afford a disaster during fasting season just because everybody is looting the shelves as if the zombies are going to walk the grounds. I never watched that show by the way - not a zombie girl.

The level of crazy is unbelievable! Don't even try to walk through the toilet paper and cleaning products aisle because it will look like the White Room from Matrix! Zilch! Nothing! 

Everything was wiped clean! The bread was gone, the pasta and pasta sauces were looted, flour and sugar taken, and bananas (all produce) gone! It was scary! Clearly, people just came and took whatever they could lay their hands on. Sadly, there were still some ladies who were in their wild modes and were threatening to run me over with their carts! There was no rush, everyone was shopping normally on a Thursday. But it seemed like it was an ego issue to bag the last of whatever was left. 

I could sense there had been a brawl the day before in the bagged rice section. There were grains scattered all over! As soon as the local government had announced closures of universities, classes and work switching to online, and social quarantine, the public when wild to hoard and loot whatever they could. I had thankfully done my groceries and stocking (the non-insane type) a week or two earlier (before the stomach flu took me!). So, I was there to get some canned chickpeas and butter for the upcoming Ramadan (end of April). 

The look on the faces of people shopping around was sympathetic! The elderly were troubled. 

"What have they done?" said an old lady pacing the empty bread section. 

"What have they done?" she said again.

"They won't even eat all this!" she was hopeless. 

I could tell why. Even the most strange breads were gone! They even took the Jewish Rye varieties! Only one or two remained. 

Costco Wholesale was out of the question. The lines wound around each aisle and went all the way to the back of the warehouse. My brother returned without even attempting to get a crate of water. 

How long would this madness last? Nobody knows!