So far I’ve avoided any affects of the recent shortages. There was a shortage of baby formula, and while I was sympathetic, that didn’t affect me. Now I read there’s a shortage of tampons. That will affect not only pre-menopausal woman but everyone with upholstery.
The gasoline crunch is so significant that Gary said, “I need to start driving the electric car.” I only leave the house in the electric Mini once a week, while he’s been stubbornly sticking with the ’08 Honda Fit.
Since then he has declined every chance to drive the electric car. But at least he’s talking about it, and given that Gary feels that economizing is an insult, it must be rough out there at the gas pump.