Every once in a while it's nice to get a little reminder of where you are in the Universe. A reality check, as it were.
It's just helpful to know exactly where you -- and society as a whole -- actually stand in the Grand Scheme of Things.
A little perspective.
For instance, it might interest you to know that right this very minute we are no longer teetering on the precipice between order and chaos, between stability and utter bedlam.
Nope!
We have already plunged headlong into the muck and mire of the End of All Things!
The End Times have arrived, my friends, and everything you've held dear has crumbled to dust!
All bets are off! Tear up those rule books, they don't apply anymore!
Time to start flinging your poop, everybody!
Because apparently nothing goddamn matters anymore!
Yup. That happened.
(And actually continued to happen for several minutes.)
And by the by, this wasn't a kid who didn't know any better. This was a woman in her late 50s to early 60s.
Somebody's mom or grandma.
And there were several employees literally a few yards away! Employees who I'm sure would have been delighted to help her not step all over the damn hot dogs.
It may not be raining hellfire and brimstone just yet, but I think this is pretty solid proof that we are, in fact, living in a Pre-Apocalyptic Wasteland.
So good luck, everybody! And remember, babies have the tenderest meat!
It's my own fault, though. I shouldn't be shopping at Thunderdome.
Two men enter! One man leaves ... with savings!
Till next we meet ...
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