The weatherman predicts 4 to 8 inches of snow. You are hesitant to believe it, but deep within your soul an urge of unknown origin begins. You must buy bread and milk. You have no idea why, but something ancestral is pushing you. When you arrive at the grocery store, the bread and milk are in short supply. As you reach the line, every cart is filled with bread and milk. What are they going to do with it? What are you going to do with it? You dare not guess, but pay for your 3 loaves and 3 gallons all the same and hope it lasts through the storm.