In the Washington DC area, whenever any sort of inclement weather is predicted (snow, ice storm, severe storms coming off of a hurricane), this area goes mad. My favorite aspect of it all? The stockpiling of milk, bread, and toilet paper. I worked at a grocery store before and during college (and did management for two years afterwards) and it was always nothing short of ludicrous. Five loafs of bread! Three 24-packs of toilet paper! Six gallons of milk! *rubs eyes* How long do you really think you'll be stuck at home, people?
Laura at work came up with the theory that whenever bad weather approaches, there's a strange genetic need for these people to make tons and tons of french toast, followed by vigorous bouts of diarrhea from all that fiber in the french toast.
Anyone else have a better theory? Don't be shy!

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Industrial quantities of toilet paper to wrap breakables, throw a drunken papier mache party, and still have enough left over to clean up the vomit!
Bread, er... in case you want variety in the texture of what you use to wipe your ass?
(Bread and milk are perishable. Why would you stock up on perishable items just before impending power outtages?)
They're thinking they'll be stuck for days on end. I love it when they get all this refrigerated stuff and then the power goes out. Dorks.
Crackheads.
I was trying to explain the bread/milk/toilet paper phenomenon to my mother, who didn't get it. And who thought I was being silly when I went to get batteries etc. on Monday night...because it still meant I had to go to four stores to find D batteries.
However, my flashlight and radio are well supplied. As is my palm pilot :-)
And you know what else you couldn't buy yesterday...ice. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but ice melts. You put ice in your cooler now, it's not going to be there tomorrow when you need it...which is why I'll buy ice tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I think I'm gonna drink some red wine this afternoon ;-)
The Jungle is no longer on the balcony (although it was just about time to do that anyway.)
The cats are confused.
I'm out of eggs, but I'm not going to the store until the weekend but I'm sure that all the stores are already out of eggs.