Lockdown? What fuckin’ Lockdown?

Evening Me Droogs n Droogettes
You’d think that there was NOTHING going on here in Central Florida.  Went out with the Sapper to do some restock of the expendable grocery items.  Figured to NOT do it on the weekend because weekend = retarded craziness here in Flor-Reeeeee-DUH! so we waited till 11:00am Monday.

Joo gotta be pockin’ keeding me mang….

Traffic –everywhere-.  The Walmart?  I didn’t bring the phone but there’s two Wally Worlds within reasonable distance.  One is in the ‘Ghetto’ side of town and the other is in the ‘Upscale’ side… we went, of course to the Upscale side as we figured (rightly so) that the Ghetto side would be picked over like a 3 week old carcass in the Serengeti.

Well… so was the Upscale Wally World…

Bones man… scattered bones n’ skin metaphorically speaking.  Signs all over “Limit One Item Per Customer!”  Which was so much bullshit as when I got to the register with 10 itty-bitty cans of tomater sauce, the broad at the counter didn’t even look or deign to notice.  No meat, eggs or nuthin’… thankfully Farmer Fuckin Brown and his wild chikin at home has ’em, and we still got a flat and a half left sooooooooo plenty of eggy-weggs here.

We ended up sampling the small leftovers… no paper products but plenty of produce… we got everything but onions… none to be had… a bit odd IMO.  No beef but plenty of hot dawgs and sausages.  No bread but plenty of deli made fresh baked.  No cheese in -normal- sizes but the goonga GIANT 5 or 10 pound bags -were- available.  I got a fiver of Mozzarella and rebagged and deep froze it in one pound increments (the freezer is fucking FULL now… no more room at the fucking inn LOL).    Lots of Orange Juice tho LMAO… I mean it is fuckin’ Florida amiright?  Plenty of mixers.

So… Once completed, I figured to do a fools errand.

Spawn ordered me, as I told y’all a pound of powder and some primers.  Well, I got an email yesterday saying the shit wouldn’t be in for two months plus.  Me being me, I decided on the Fools Errand to go down and see what they -do- have on hand.  I mean after all, the website shows –some-items in stock, so I figgered why not?

Thats why.

Seems someone decided that no more than 40 people in the store at any one given time.  “To keep social distancing”

So…. this’s why they corralled up everyone, asshole to elbow on the sidewalk.  No m,asks present, and the fat dude in the middle who apparently is the Manager was coughing up a lung…

Uhhhh… yeah…. No fuckin’ thanks.

So, I’ll throw up the numbers of stupidity here at 22:00 tonight… needless to say, as we still go, ain’t no food to speak of, no toilet paper or paper towels, and no ammo to be had.  God hepl us when the first three start running out because when all you got left is ammo, thats a Full On Boogaloo headed yer way.
Til later, I remain The Intrepid Reporter
Big Country

By BigCountryExpat

Fuck you if you can't take a joke. No one gets out alive so eat me.

1 comment

  1. Man, I could not live there. Too many people, cars, everything! It is 20 miles to the nearest stop light from my house and there is only one at that location. I LOVE being a mountain rat. I am still going shooting twice a week and the closest I come to another human is passing cars on the road.

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