For some unknown reason when they call for snowfall in central PA, people swarm to the grocery stores for bread, milk, and eggs. Yesterday there was a forecast for snow, but wife had been planning to go to the grocery because we needed groceries. I got a phone call from her about 2 hours later and felt the need to share the conversation. It went as follows:
Her “Why the fuck do people always run out for milk,bread, and eggs when it’s supposed to snow. What? Are they making a shit ton of french toast? Does snow equate to a primal need for french toast? If a storm is that bad we will lose power, and guess what fuckers, you won’t be able to make french.”
Me “Uh huh”
Her “Yeah if I am buying food for a blizzard I am stocking up on twinkies, pringles, yoo-hoo and fucking funions (she doesn’t even like funions and neither do I). They can all survive nuclear holocaust, so that is what I am going with. Oh and some apples”
Me “Where do apples fit into this?”
Her “Because you can keep them out in the cold.”
Keep Abiding
