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Authors: Frank Ignagni III
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for sure!”
My heart skipped a beat when he said “airborne.” I hadn’t considered that, but it sure made sense now that he’d said it. What else would make the virus spread so quickly? I looked at the people around me. Were we all infected? How would I know? Was I already infected? Should we even be here? Maybe we should not have left the garage? I took my gloves out of my helmet and put them back on.
I looked at Buell, and as if he read my mind, he said, “Dude, we are almost to the front of the line, let’s get some shit and bolt.”
I nodded.
I asked around and was told people were filling a basket or taking whatever they could carry, then exiting the other side of the store. This was actually pretty impressive as well as encouraging. I did not know how long the restraint and good will would continue, but for now, people seemed to want to cooperate.
At that moment I swore I would never make light of retail employees again. These Kmart employees were making a tremendous sacrifice and had taken a tremendous risk staying, probably accomplishing more than people making ten times their salary were doing today. I know they were doing more than I was.
The guilt began to creep into my consciousness again, but was interrupted when a heavyset woman with a far-too-tight blue smock tapped me on the shoulder. I realized why the garment was ill-fitted when I saw the name stitched on the left breast pocket. It said Rocco .
“Alright, guys, take about ten minutes, please consider others and take only what you need. Oh, and if you don’t have any kids, don’t take the toys, others are gonna need them,” she said as she hustled us into the store.
The children, my God. She was right, any distraction they could have would be a godsend. I sure hoped there weren’t people grabbing every Gameboy and handheld device. Just at that moment I became more thankful than ever I did not have any children.
“Thanks, Rocco,” Buell quipped as we squeezed past her.
I laughed and looked at her. She was smiling at him, and did not mind the joke at her expense. Wow, some people are so kind. Again and again, as we navigated the disaster, I was surprised by the kindness of others but the Kmart was my first exposure.
After clearing the doors, and per prearrangement, I split from Buell and ran straight to the pharmacy and grabbed aspirin, a first-aid kit, and assorted miniature hygiene supply bottles. I love all those little containers of shampoo, mouthwash, toothpaste, etc. Plus, you can carry a ton of that shit on the road. I ran for protein bars next, figuring this was the best way to get all the protein and vitamins I would need until this shit got under control.
Next I headed to the sporting goods section. I grabbed some rope, a patch repair kit, and some road flares. I then grabbed a Faraday flashlight and lantern in case batteries became an issue. A Faraday flashlight is the kind you shake to generate electricity so it powers itself. Fortunately, most people don’t know this so there were a few left.
As I was picking up various items, I considered what people behind me were going to need and decided I had taken enough. All in all, we had a good setup at the garage and there was such an atmosphere of altruistic behavior, in spite of the terrible situation, that I didn’t want to be a dick. This “help your fellow man” stuff, which I didn’t think really existed any longer, was catching. I actually felt good about myself for not taking a whole case of Clif Bars. It was hard though, I love the peanut butter flavored ones.
I met up with Buell toward the back, near the exit. He had tons of junk food and a board game called Settlers of Catan.
“Dude, are you kidding me?” I said, pointing at the game box.
“Boredom may become our worst enemy. I can only listen to so many stories about World War II from Max before I wish I was a casualty in it,” Buell replied.
He had a point, I guess. Max was a massive military buff and
My heart skipped a beat when he said “airborne.” I hadn’t considered that, but it sure made sense now that he’d said it. What else would make the virus spread so quickly? I looked at the people around me. Were we all infected? How would I know? Was I already infected? Should we even be here? Maybe we should not have left the garage? I took my gloves out of my helmet and put them back on.
I looked at Buell, and as if he read my mind, he said, “Dude, we are almost to the front of the line, let’s get some shit and bolt.”
I nodded.
I asked around and was told people were filling a basket or taking whatever they could carry, then exiting the other side of the store. This was actually pretty impressive as well as encouraging. I did not know how long the restraint and good will would continue, but for now, people seemed to want to cooperate.
At that moment I swore I would never make light of retail employees again. These Kmart employees were making a tremendous sacrifice and had taken a tremendous risk staying, probably accomplishing more than people making ten times their salary were doing today. I know they were doing more than I was.
The guilt began to creep into my consciousness again, but was interrupted when a heavyset woman with a far-too-tight blue smock tapped me on the shoulder. I realized why the garment was ill-fitted when I saw the name stitched on the left breast pocket. It said Rocco .
“Alright, guys, take about ten minutes, please consider others and take only what you need. Oh, and if you don’t have any kids, don’t take the toys, others are gonna need them,” she said as she hustled us into the store.
The children, my God. She was right, any distraction they could have would be a godsend. I sure hoped there weren’t people grabbing every Gameboy and handheld device. Just at that moment I became more thankful than ever I did not have any children.
“Thanks, Rocco,” Buell quipped as we squeezed past her.
I laughed and looked at her. She was smiling at him, and did not mind the joke at her expense. Wow, some people are so kind. Again and again, as we navigated the disaster, I was surprised by the kindness of others but the Kmart was my first exposure.
After clearing the doors, and per prearrangement, I split from Buell and ran straight to the pharmacy and grabbed aspirin, a first-aid kit, and assorted miniature hygiene supply bottles. I love all those little containers of shampoo, mouthwash, toothpaste, etc. Plus, you can carry a ton of that shit on the road. I ran for protein bars next, figuring this was the best way to get all the protein and vitamins I would need until this shit got under control.
Next I headed to the sporting goods section. I grabbed some rope, a patch repair kit, and some road flares. I then grabbed a Faraday flashlight and lantern in case batteries became an issue. A Faraday flashlight is the kind you shake to generate electricity so it powers itself. Fortunately, most people don’t know this so there were a few left.
As I was picking up various items, I considered what people behind me were going to need and decided I had taken enough. All in all, we had a good setup at the garage and there was such an atmosphere of altruistic behavior, in spite of the terrible situation, that I didn’t want to be a dick. This “help your fellow man” stuff, which I didn’t think really existed any longer, was catching. I actually felt good about myself for not taking a whole case of Clif Bars. It was hard though, I love the peanut butter flavored ones.
I met up with Buell toward the back, near the exit. He had tons of junk food and a board game called Settlers of Catan.
“Dude, are you kidding me?” I said, pointing at the game box.
“Boredom may become our worst enemy. I can only listen to so many stories about World War II from Max before I wish I was a casualty in it,” Buell replied.
He had a point, I guess. Max was a massive military buff and
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