So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Dystopian Grocery Shopping
My lovely wife asked me to driver her around so she could do some last minute Christmas shopping. This was the sort of shopping where it's best that the husband stay in the car. Rather than hover around in the store impatiently I sat in the van and read a book. Believe me, it was better that way. She wasn't shopping hardware or gun stores so I had no business going in.
Since we made the 50 mile trip to where there's real shopping, we thought we might as well pick up a few groceries. Here's where it got surreal. The novel I was reading was one of those Dystopian collapse of society stories. I'd just finished reading the part where everything is falling apart. People have panicked and are mobbing the grocery store.
I set the book down and then headed into a grocery store. The place was packed. People were in a hurry to do their last bit of holiday food shopping. Tempers were running high.
For just a second there I felt that I'd better load up the shopping cart with anything that I could find while the money was still good and hit the road before the shooting starts. Then I took a deep breath and told myself it only looks like a Dytopian collapse novel. It's just normal holiday stress.
Maybe I should have read a Western or a Fantasy instead.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.