So I don't know if Australia's runs (sorry) of toilet paper was the first or the biggest in the world, but it certainly seems like they should take...the throne (sorry). Within hours Oz went from bad news breaking to supermarket chasing...
...to the government wholly imploring the public not to panic...
...to the Australian public deciding, yeahna, we'll go right ahead thanks...
...giving rise to the memes and the absurd...
...inevitably followed by the serious introspective thinkpieces asking why are people panic buying and what does it all really mean...
...and the ensuing backlash against such intellectual fartsniffing (sorry) and direct smash cut to the dystopian future-is-now...
Personally, the shortage caught me with my pants down (so sorry). I was confident in my own hunting-gathering skills in the early days of the crisis...
...and the most social-media mentioned/tagged member of the Consulate since my arrival has always been our office's trusty tabo.
Soon enough, however, our local supermarkets ran out of that three-ply gold...
...also completely out, two aisles down...
...I sense (smell?) a connection.
(note from the first pic the apparent progression of paper products to go: first the toilet tissues, then the tissues, then...the magazines)
Anyway, the shortage ran on for several more weeks, with serial hoarders seemingly mocking the rest of the good populace...
...fostering legends of armed escorts and mad max convoys...
...and personal hot takes.
#irritablebunnysyndrome
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