Suffering from consequences of panic buying
People are buying huge amounts of essential food and clearing supermarket shelves on a daily basis. I get out of bed at about 8.00. It takes me nearly an hour just to get dressed. Factor in breakfast and 90 minutes of the day is gone. At this stage of the morning some supermarkets opened two hours earlier. The locusts have shopped the shelves of too many basics.
Our children have grown up and left home
For the last 15 years me and The Wife have only ever bought food as and when we need it. We don’t have the space to hoard food plus we only have a small freezer. Panic buying or clearing of shelves in the supermarkets, the only food shops in our town, is a disaster for us.
On Thursday I set my alarm for 7.00
I get dressed but skip breakfast a massive effort. Silly me had decided to join the great unwashed and buy some food at our local supermarket, Waitrose. I went on The Trike. Their car park was full but that didn’t register.
Half an hour after it opened
I entered the doors at 8 in the morning and suppressed a yawn I immediately regretted not eating breakfast. Inside the store there was complete bedlam, big and small trolleys everywhere. People buzzing here, there and everywhere, I saw one man leaving the shop pushing a full trolley and spied 5 big heads of fresh broccoli. The shelves for loo paper, flour, rice, eggs and pasta were totally shopped
Consequences of panic buying
Yes there was plenty of fresh vegetables and fruit. I wanted to buy some, but I had to pick my way through a forest of trolleys. Remember I was on The Trike. I selected just 1 red pepper, 1 courgette and 5 mushrooms to go with our risotto; we had the rest of the ingredients at home.
I bumped into a trolley or touched someone but immediately said ‘Sorry’. The people looked at me as if I was a dog turd upon the pavement of humanity. Total humiliation, the look of how could I be so careless and stupid to bump into them. I might give them a disease or shock horror, they might give one to me. Apologies or excuses were off the menu. No one offered any assistance or help. Survival of the fittest was the name of the game.
I was desperate to escape. Impossible to browse around the store to see if I needed something that was not on the list. My stress levels were rising, I had to escape this horror show. Everyone was playing a new game ’I just wanna fill my trolley’. I just wanted to play ‘Pay and run’
When I got home
I felt depressed and deeply unhappy as well as confused. The mindset of all the customers in the shop had suddenly changed. Their thoughts were only about themselves and it was ‘me, Me, ME, ME’.
As of Friday 20th March Waitrose will be open between 7 and 8 in the morning so the disabled and elderly can do their shopping without having to compete with nimbler and fitter trolley pushers. Can they get up on time?
Soon I reckon I shall be in isolation but that is another problem for another day.