Ok, maybe I didn’t just learn that. In fact, it’s a well documented fact. But I specifically hate what panic is doing to people (who I’d already likely hate on a GOOD day as it is). I’m not saying don’t be afraid. I’m not saying don’t be stressed and anxious. Not at all. Be all of those things. But also, remember, in the words of the great George Costanza… “WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY!” I have a hard time validating your fear and anxiety when you’re hoarding all the organic annie’s mac and cheese and sweet potato crust pizza (is that even really pizza?). And why do you have so much TP in your cart? Are you planning on exclusively dining at an all you can eat raw chicken buffet for the next year? Let me be clear… I’m not going to overlook your pushing, shoving, being rude, sighing, and generally being obnoxious just because we are in a weird state of play at the moment. In fact, because of your sighing and toe tapping to signal you’d like me to move aside so you can scrounge for the last bag of organic ‘riced’ cauliflower, I’m inclined to stand here looking into this section of the cooler until one of us literally dies. Please don’t test me Karen… I’ve got a boat load of stubborn and nowhere I need to be right now. Keep it up, and I’ll sneeze in your mouth. That’s what you GET. Six feet Karen… SIX. FEET.