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cabbitzillaThe trees toss in the wind, green expressions of agony writhing in the growing gloom...
Which isn't an exaggeration, unfortunately. Most of the area stores and businesses are closed, the windows taped over to minimize damage from glass shrapnel. In my preparations for the store, I somehow missed milk... which we were out of... and bread... which we were down to two slices. Having survived the worst a south Chicago winter could dish out (and the car survived the encounter with black ice and subsequent dunking in the canal), I figured it would be smarter for -me- to venture out rather than send Megan. Given the carnage I witnessed (before the storm truly -hits-, no less), I stand by that decision.
But going out wasn't terribly bright for a crippled fat girl that uses a cane to walk...
The 90-something Volkswagen Cabrio through the front wall of the Blockbuster was my first sign of the madness that's hit my town. The three grocery stores and two 7-Elevens that were closed (yes, 7-11 closed in spots) left me wondering if this were truly a fool's errand. But no, the big Giant Foods over off the highway was still open. Barely. They were on emergency power; the floor shook with the rumble of the generator, and the lights flickered like something out of Alien. The two fourty-something housewives rolling about on the floor arguing over the last gallon of milk (which I walked away with while they were busy trying to maim each other) was interesting. The guy who was -chased- out of the supermarket by two big bodybuilders for arguing over the price of candles was amusing. Watching the multi-person fight over toilet paper was definitely educational; I had -no- idea that a man could kick that high from a standing position. Paying for my few items and getting the hell out of there was a relief.
My friends, my community has gone bonkers. The trip back home was tame and mild by comparison. Our power keeps waffling; if I'm gone for a while, you'll know why.
Well, I'm off. Figure I'll watch the storm for a bit. *hugs*
Which isn't an exaggeration, unfortunately. Most of the area stores and businesses are closed, the windows taped over to minimize damage from glass shrapnel. In my preparations for the store, I somehow missed milk... which we were out of... and bread... which we were down to two slices. Having survived the worst a south Chicago winter could dish out (and the car survived the encounter with black ice and subsequent dunking in the canal), I figured it would be smarter for -me- to venture out rather than send Megan. Given the carnage I witnessed (before the storm truly -hits-, no less), I stand by that decision.
But going out wasn't terribly bright for a crippled fat girl that uses a cane to walk...
The 90-something Volkswagen Cabrio through the front wall of the Blockbuster was my first sign of the madness that's hit my town. The three grocery stores and two 7-Elevens that were closed (yes, 7-11 closed in spots) left me wondering if this were truly a fool's errand. But no, the big Giant Foods over off the highway was still open. Barely. They were on emergency power; the floor shook with the rumble of the generator, and the lights flickered like something out of Alien. The two fourty-something housewives rolling about on the floor arguing over the last gallon of milk (which I walked away with while they were busy trying to maim each other) was interesting. The guy who was -chased- out of the supermarket by two big bodybuilders for arguing over the price of candles was amusing. Watching the multi-person fight over toilet paper was definitely educational; I had -no- idea that a man could kick that high from a standing position. Paying for my few items and getting the hell out of there was a relief.
My friends, my community has gone bonkers. The trip back home was tame and mild by comparison. Our power keeps waffling; if I'm gone for a while, you'll know why.
Well, I'm off. Figure I'll watch the storm for a bit. *hugs*
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Date: 2003-09-19 03:59 am (UTC)All in all, though, I'm quite glad I don't live on the eastern seaboard. I'm quite content to see things like hurricanes on television and not in my front yard.
*hugs*