Wholly-Moly, the Supermarket
The plague has made it to Manhattan. I expect the first case in Philadelphia to be announced in a few days, if not sooner. I am clearly not alone in this belief. The local Whole Foods is packed with people hoarding. The shelves are alarmingly low on rice, pasta, yogurt, and cookies. Fortunately, I began stocking up on staples last week.
I'm only here tonight because I'm running low on mustard. The blueberries are tempting. Maybe I'll grab a few apples and a grapefruit while I'm here. No, two grapefruit. Grapefruits? It doesn't matter. Dried Turkish figs and sunflower seeds go in the basket. Maybe some chèvre. I'll pour honey on it and have figs on the side. Delicious. You can never have too much rice or pasta around the house. I'll get some while there's some to be gotten. Some to be got? Probably, had, but it doesn't matter.
This trip was a mistake. The express line to check out is at least 40 people long. They're probably giving me the plague right now, all of them. Where's my hand sanitizer? Damn it! I forgot the mustard.