What is the factor, the gene, the familial traits, which make us prone to panic buying?
Tonight, being the night in questions. I was out at dinner when I was reminded that the shops were closed tomorrow. It's Good Friday. We can't have the shops open on the day Jesus died, can we?
Anyway, a quick inventory was taken. The shops not open for a day. The two things I require to make Friday comfortable is almond milk and salad, having used the last of my stocks today. I resolve to pick up these items on the way home, once my Canard a l'Orange and Iles Flottante are in my belly (Le Bon Matin do a lovely dinner - Marc-Antoine is brilliant.)
Anyway, it's about 8.30 pm, dinner is settling nicely, I go to the supermarket.
It's full! The supermarket is heaving! People everywhere. With full trolleys.
The supermarket is going to be closed for one day. You really don't have enough in the house to keep you going for a day?
And everybody was in a daze. The number of people in there just staring at the shelves.
I went in, got my almond milk, my bag of salad and some rice cakes (how exotic) and made my way to the self-checkouts - where there was a small queue.
This was 8.45 pm on the night before Good Friday.
Do we, as a country, really have such a feeling of lack, of food insecurity, that we need to hoard for a day off? Is this something to do with our convict roots, or boomer parents who faced rationing back in the day.
Is this the reason there's been a run on petrol in the last few weeks.
I find the psychology of supposed lack most interesting. I'm trying to understand why this happens.
Regardless, I paid for my almond milk, bag of salad and a packet of rice cakes and went on my way, happy that I was away from the crowds.
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