Panic Central
[Author's Note: I don't know that you'd call this an essay. More like social commentary?] Panic Central Biff: Let's check in with Myra Cringe, out on the roadways. Myra, what are conditions like out there? Myra: Biff, I'm standing by the highway and, as you can see, there's a thin layer of civility that's wearing away to some treacherous black iciness underneath. Biff: And how's the traffic? Myra: Traffic is moving along at a standstill, Biff. This is Myra Cringe, StressWatch 7 News. Biff: Thanks, Myra. Chuck Dire is standing by in a local supermarket. Chuck, what's the outlook there? Chuck: It's not good, Biff. I spoke with the manager only a few minutes ago, and he says they're expecting an accumulation of at least 6 to 7 shoppers per register over the next few hours. Possibly worse. Biff: Sounds like they're really getting walloped. Chuck: They really are. He doesn't expect it to let up all night. Biff: Any