Into the breach

It is snowing in Georgia.

For those of you who don’t live here, let me explain exactly what this means: My university closed at 2:30 (at the time, it was sunny and 38°). People have suddenly forgotten how to drive. The grocery store looks like a zombie horde fixed on bread and milk went through. There is absolutely no snow on the ground.

Now, I’ve been living here my whole life. I KNOW this happens. And yet, not 15 minutes after the sleet started, I gathered up my grocery bags and headed off to Kroger. This, unsurprisingly, was a mistake.

I should have known this when I got into my car and realized all the water on my windshield was, in fact, frozen. Maybe I should have guessed it when I realized I didn’t know which button on my dash worked the defroster. Perhaps the fact that I left my list at home should have clued me in to the utter stupidity of my course of action. It didn’t. Undeterred, I sallied forth into the breach.

It’s best that there’s as little said as possible about the number of people in that store. Fortunately, two things are true:

One. There’s not much call for butternut squash in a snowstorm.

Two. I had hot chocolate when I got home.

Unfortunately, I forgot to buy tomato paste. I’m not going back to get it.