Inbetween that, I'd wait on people who frantically purchased mass amounts of anything contained in cans (creamed corn, beef tamales, pineapple juice) and gallon after gallon of NorCal bottled water. I had to have a fellow employee clue me in as to why - generally speaking I do not bother myself with the habits of consumers, but my arms were starting to hurt. The answer? "Oh, you know. The war."
As. If. The women buying all these canned goods could live off their own blubber for weeks upon weeks. No need to further burden the lives of drugstore employees. Now when I get back I'll have to restock all the corn.
Here's hoping something does give me an excuse to not leave my house for a week.