I went to Target last night to buy some items for my new apartment. As I walked in, stacks of water bottles and a huge display of batteries smacked me in the face. “Is there an apocalypse coming that I don’t know about?” I wondered. I knew about the one to two feet of snow coming this weekend, but I didn’t think people could be crazy enough to assume that they needed to prepare for the sequel of The Day After Tomorrow.
Sadly, I was wrong.
It took me 20 minutes to get through the checkout line because the woman in front of me had enough canned goods to survive for at least a year. The woman behind me had fallen prey to the water bottle and battery displays; I think she cleared them out.
This morning as I drove to class — yes, I still have class because no, the world is not ending — the highway signs read “Blizzard coming.” Blizzard? Really? Unless Dairy Queen is about to start churning out their frosty treats at a rapid rate, I think the use of the word “blizzard” is a tad dramatic. ONE TO TWO FEET OF SNOW. The northern states see more than that all the time. The kids still go to school, people still have food, and, shocker, the world still keeps turning.
Sure, we’ll probably all be stuck inside this weekend. And no, you shouldn’t venture out in the middle of the snowstorm, but a complete overreaction is also quite unnecessary. Jonas won’t kill us all, though his singing might make us wish we were dead. So, sit back and relax. Grab some blankets and curl up on the couch. Give yourself a weekend at home, but please, don’t panic. I promise, we’ll see you next week.