Holiday Devastation

Holidays have evolved into manifesting themselves like natural disasters. I went to The Canadian Superstore for a trashcan today because someone appeared to have run over one of mine with a car. The state of the store was nothing short of astonishing. There was no eggs, no vegetable, little meat, and many bare shelves. They do not call themselves Superstore in vain. Usually it is a place that sends foreign visitors into catatonic culture shock. But today it was devastated by holiday consumption. The only other situation where I saw such devastation was immediately before a major storm hit. People panicked and sucked the shelves clean in preparation for the impending doom. Are holidays the equivalence of natural disasters? The state of the Superstore suggests so. Oh, and my trashcan; I got the second to the last one. While I was waiting to pay, queuing up deep into the isles, I realized I was unintentionally buying the most appropriate thing today.