Someone ‘splain me this: Why the mad rush on water in advance of the monster hurricane, cleverly dubbed “Frankenstorm,” which promises water, water everywhere?*
The toilet paper I can understand. It is, after all, days before Halloween and its companion Mischief Night — lots of TP’ing and mummifying ahead.
The water I don’t get.
At first I thought people were confused by the National Weather Center’s official moniker for the beast: “Sandy.” Is it a sandstorm?
(Aside: Has NOAA ever named a hurricane Noah? Might set off even more panic, even induce ark-building.)
I asked someone in line at my Safeway just now, who had her cart loaded down with jugs and bottles: Isn’t it more likely we’ll just lose power … not sewage services? Our taps should still work. Right? She shrugged.
She may have been on auto-pilot, as so many Snowmageddon survivors are.
The way I see it: The only thing you should really be stocking up on right now is candy. Either Halloween goes off as scheduled, and you’re prepared and won’t get your house TP’ed, or you can’t cook and will still have plenty of survival calories on hand.
Otherwise, my short list for Frankenstorm preparation:
3. Board games, for if you get bored.
4. Condoms, for if you don’t. (See No. 2)
I just can’t fathom the water thing. Unless hydropower is further along than I thought and people are practicing the dam thing at home.
(*Note: I mean no disrespect to serious victims of hurricanes in places where disaster truly strikes, such as my beloved New Orleans, tsunami-stricken Japan, the Caribbean, where people have already lost their lives from this beastly storm. But this is Northern Virginia. That’s all I’m sayin’. Yeah, famous last words.)