Let talk about toilet paper, guys, because we couldn’t possibly be sick of the subject just yet.
Now I know we’ve all had fun making jokes at the expense of the idiots stockpiling but it is beyond funny now.
I am told that my locals (of any brand, any description) get a delivery every day and yet, one hour later, all the shelves are empty.
I am not buying it, my friends and family are not buying it, and if it is being bought by an acquaintance, they are mostly keeping very quiet. So where is it all going? And, good god, why?
I tried to have this (rational) conversation with someone. She has 42 rolls, she lives by herself, and she is still hunting for more – like it’s a game. You know that conversation where you do the maths? Why does she need more than a years worth? Seriously, I don’t think she had done the calculation. She may have been a little embarrassed but then she doubled down, as many people do when logic gets in the way of “the feels”.
And just to dwell on that thought for a moment, if no- one I know is hoarding then there must be garages full of the stuff somewhere. Again, maths.
I think it has reached that tipping point from a mild panic to a genuine sickness.
Now here’s the problem. Da, Da Daaaah! I am about to run out. So now I care, and now it’s not funny, and now … I will Panic.
Well, truthfully, become mildly concerned is more the issue. If I am sitting here programming Bonacini’s Italy into my tv before I go out, then the anxiety level must still be relatively low.
But I may have to consider watching Prepper shows to get hints on breaking into people’s underground sheds. Where else could they be hiding all this stuff?