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The Fear Of Being Milkless

October 13, 2017

What a queer and delightful sight! Nearly the entire population of our tiny town rushes to the local market like a pack of lemmings to strip the shelves entirely of milk and bread. What brings about this strange activity? A calamity of biblical proportions? An imminent nuclear attack? Permanent Covid lockdown? No. In this small corner of the world, it is the mere mention of that four letter word – Snow.

I am not exaggerating here. When the weatherman predicts even the slightest chance of a dusting of snow, people here run to the markets and stock-up on milk and bread. I’ve often mused as to why milk and bread? Are they thinking of waiting out a blizzard making bread pudding? As crazy as it is, it is also very comical to watch.

But the fun doesn’t stop at the local markets. No indeed. Entire shopping malls shut down in the face of less than a half an inch of the white stuff. Schools are automatically closed for days or even weeks, assuring our under-educated children remain so. To be sure, somewhere in the distance there is a bedraggled old woman shrieking, “Run for your lives – the chariots are coming!”

Yet in the midst of this circus-like activity, every under-skilled driver sooner or later decides they must venture out of their warm garage and give their car a chance in the destruction derby. It’s not that the roads are impassable with such light snow, it’s just that our local drivers here in North Carolina are about 90% from up north where they tend to be a little under-skilled when it comes to driving or down south in Florida where snow is just a Christmas theme. The results are as equally entertaining as the run for the roses in the milk aisle. There is something devilishly funny about seeing an old douche bag with a Brooklyn accent slide into a ditch with her Cadillac four wheel drive utility vehicle and then utter that she should have bought the bigger model.

It is the fear of being milkless that drives this frenzied behavior. Having lived in the Italian Alps where 8 to 10 feet of snow is normal, I can only shake my head in disbelief and wonder what these poor souls would do in a real snow storm.

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  1. Olive Blankenship permalink

    The same thing happens here in Grass Valley, CA. We call it the “S” word. People run around picking up supplies like they were going to be snowed in for a month. That doesn’t happen much anymore. Also, the people around here do NOT know how to drive in the snow.

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  2. Nobody seems to know how to drive in the snow. Remember that little thing we had at Sylmar High: Driver’s Education? Apparently, it is a relic.

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  3. KiM permalink

    I hate it when I’m really out of food because there’s not much to choose from if s*** is in the forecast. I love it, and love that we have four seasons. I used to think of a snow day as a great book reading, curl up on the sofa day off from above but now that I work from home I see it as a photo op.

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  4. Screw the milk. What about the bread? 🙂

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  5. Reblogged this on allenrizzi and commented:

    The weather report calls for a dusting of snow. Gentlemen, start your engines!


  6. Probably happening here this morning. My book-signing at Minburn has been cancelled for tomorrow–snow, ice on top, then wind. We’ve already been to the store!

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  7. When its snow, there is a run on white: milk, bread, and toilet paper. Living in a college town, the need varies a bit to include assorted alcoholic beverages with coeds seeming to also opt for yogurt.
    From the comment, I’m guessing you are back in NC.

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