Carol was running out of cottage cheese, which she eats every day for breakfast. We shopped last weekend and forgot to get it, so I cruised up 64th Street to Greenway, where there are two supermarkets: Fry's (the local Kroger chain) and Safeway. We were also out of milk, and since we still have half a box of corn flakes I figured I'd get a half gallon, which would see the corn flakes through to their final destination. We generally shop at Fry's to get their gas points, with Safeway as a (rarely used) backup. (For certain things we go to Costco, if not as often.)
Well. Fry's was a madhouse. I had to bring a cart with me from the parking lot. The store was busy when we were there a week or so ago. Now it was insane. I went to the back of the store to the dairy case, dodging frantic suburbanites with carts piled high with sodas, bagged rice, canned goods, crackers and chips, booze, and Kleenex. Nobody had any toilet paper in their carts, because there was no toilet paper in the store. There were a few packages of paper towels. No bleach. And (oddly) no vinegar.
There was no real milk. There was 1% and skim, which I don't consider real milk. And there was almond and soy milk in abundance, but that is really not milk. There was no Daisy cottage cheese. So I picked up a bottle of the sugar-free creamer that we like, plus a pint of the expensive organic cream, with which we dilute the sweetness of the creamer.
The produce department was pretty bare. No fruit. Some potatoes and onions, plus plenty of certain vegetables that I'm not sure people ever actually eat, like squash.
I did not look for hand sanitizer. We have plenty of hand soap, and hand soap, being an emulsifier, is a better antiviral than alcohol.
There was plenty of meat, but our supply is still reasonable, and the last thing I want to be seen as is a hoarder. I needn't have worried; I was surrounded by hoarders. The line for the do-it-yourself checkouts was long, but the lines for the real cashiers were considerably longer, I think because the carts were all piled eyeball-high with what their purchasers doubtless considered survival goods.
I still wanted milk. So after checking out at Fry's, I went across 64th to the Safeway. Safeway is usually pretty quiet; so quiet that I've sometimes wondered why the store is still there. This time, it was--you guessed it--a madhouse. Same deal: Shoppers with carts up to here, the paper products aisle bare, most of the produce gone, and although there were some eggs, most of the cartons had been badly handled and had one or more broken eggs in them. However, they still had the fancy organic whole milk for $5.79 a half gallon. The cheap milk was gone. Surprisingly, they had at least the small cartons of Daisy full-fat cottage cheese. I grabbed one. I was tempted to grab two, but there were only four or five left, and I'll be damned if I'll be a hoarder. There are plenty of actors in this production of The Tragedy of the Commons. I refuse to be one of them.
So I came home with cottage cheese, milk, cream, and creamer. Four items. Now, Carol and I don't eat much, and the fridge is reasonably full. I'll probably visit Fry's again this coming Thursday, and get some ham steaks if the locusts haven't cleaned them out. We're OK with toilet paper for awhile, because we get it in quantity at Costco, and picked up a big package about two weeks ago before this whole business blew up.
Which leads directly to the question: How long will this go on? The answer is pretty simple: It will go on as long as our wretched media continue to incite panic. Panic sells clicks. Panic turns ordinary Americans into hoarders. In other words, panic pays.
We don't know the mortality rate of coronavirus. We can't know it, because we don't know how many people have it. Dividing deaths by confirmed cases may yield a worst-case percentage, but until we test almost everyone (which won't happen) nobody will know the true mortality rate. Three quarters of the deaths in the US are from a single nursing home in Washington State. Fatalities are mostly people over 70, and among those largely over 80. Now, at 67 I'm edging into that demographic, but I'm a lifetime nonsmoker with no pulmonary issues and a strong exercise regimen. Carol and I are washing our hands a lot, and avoiding crowded places. There's not a great deal more we can do.
What we will not do is panic. Nor will we hoard. Nor (I think) will we ever watch or read mainstream media news again. I'm smart enough to know when I'm being played for a...locust. Not gonna happen.