Went to buy a few things last night. Nothing big, like just vegetables and toilet paper. But the grocery store was a madhouse. It’s a double-whammy, of move-in week, plus also a hurricane heading this direction. We waited in line for over an hour. For each cash register, the lines were backed up all the way down the aisle to the back of the store. Water was gone. Bread was…mostly gone. Craziness. I mostly felt sorry for the dude in line in front of us buying like, a single bottle of water, hydrogen peroxide, scotch tape, and cheese. Gotta wonder what his weekend is all about.
But I told L., “Hey, you know, if this is like the longest grocery store line we have to wait in this decade, or potentially the whole of our lives? Not so bad.” I mean, #firstworldproblems is certainly a thing. But I think she wasn’t buying it.
I always try to look on the bright side of things. Find the silver lining. But, maybe sometimes I go too far with it. This week, we got a notice tucked in our door about how there were burglaries in the area. So I said to L., “Well, at least if there’s a hurricane, people probably won’t be likely to rob us. Sucks to be a burglar in the rain.”
She looked at me like I was crazy.