You don't know how much you miss it until you can't find one in a snowstorm. By that we mean a shopping cart, of course.
Tonight there was not a spare shopping cart to be found. Every single one was in use and the store was full. Lines all the way to the back of the store.
On the day before we get socked in by 1-2 feet of snow everybody heads to the grocery store to get milk, bread, and toilet paper. Heck, if we were going to get 1-2 inches that would happen.
Now it's bunker mentality: they actually said prepare yourself to be homebound for up to 5 days. Really? Come on! Even the blizzard of '87 wasn't that bad. People just walked to the store. Sure, it was inconvenient, but you didn't need a shopping cart because you couldn't carry that much home.
If I were to stock up for being home for 5 days the way that these people were doing tonight, it would look like I was preparing for Armageddon. Even my "quick trips for a few items" to the grocery store involve a lot of stuff. That's just how it is when you've got 7 mouths to feed. Even in good weather I'd be buying 3-4 gallons of milk at a whack. People always assume I'm buying for a party; in a way it is, if you consider living in a big family a party. Boom. Instant party; just add Nods. Our regular family brunch is bigger than most kids' birthday parties.
The shopping cart is my friend. It lets me know when it's time to stop buying things, because nothing else will fit in my overflowing basket. Ah. Here's one now. Let the games begin.