I wasn’t really worried about the financial meltdown until the people on NPR said we shouldn’t worry. Then I began to wonder what happens when my local grocer or gas station owner can’t get a shipment on credit.
So we went to Sam’s last night and stocked up on about a month’s worth of food, which in addition to a quarter cow in the freezer, some fishing poles, twenty acres of wood for the fireplace, and a couple hundred rounds of ammo, leaves us well set in the event civilization takes a header for the remainder of the year.
By the time I was trucking all those cans down to the utility room I was feeling pretty silly. They don’t have bank runs any more, I thought. People are sensible enough to not freak out if the supply chains get kinked for a few days. I can trust the common sense of my fellow man, I reasoned.
This morning I made omelets. On the package of my Hormel crumbled bacon is the following message:
“PACKET ENCLOSED TO KEEP PRODUCT FRESH. DO NOT EAT PACKET.”
God help us.
