White from Fear and Aging

Another winter storm approacheth. The grocery store is exploding with quietly panicking masses - most of which are white-haired. Coffee, water, cans of beans: sold out. Impossibly long lines of these wide-eyed, wrinkled, fleshy beings stretch down the aisles so far you'd think they were still shopping. And here I am with my cilantro and cat food trying to hurry home before the sky vomits up a determined eight inches of fluff this evening.