Halloween is a big deal in my hometown of Madison, Wisconsin. Around here, more people decorate for Halloween than they do for Christmas. We usually get about 100 trick-or-treaters at our house. In fact, as I assess our munitions, I’m thinking I’d better head back to the store for another bag or two of peanut butter cups before the big day.
Running out of food is one of my big fears in life. It is not a rational fear; at least, not in my case. I know hunger is a very real concern for many people. I’m not talking about the type of uncertainty that comes with not knowing where your next meal will come from. That is a rational fear. The fear of going over two hours without a snack is not.
I am terrified of being stuck in any situation where I can’t get food or, more importantly, water. I always have granola bars stashed in my desk drawers and glove compartment. I carry a collapsible, refillable water bottle in my purse. I’m told these behaviors are relatively normal. The next few, probably not so much.
My husband will tell you that, when traveling with me, I’m apt to pull a package of airplane pretzels out of my pocket, days after our flight, which I saved “just in case” I got hungry later. On a recent trip to Spain, I bought a five-liter jug of water from a gas station one afternoon (see photo). We’d been driving through rural villages that day, and I didn’t want to get stuck without resfreshment. When we arrived at our hotel that evening—a flashy place in wine country designed by a famous architect, my husband asked, “Can you please NOT bring the 5-liter water jug into the lobby of the hotel?” He can’t take me anywhere, apparently.
Any shrink worth their co-pay would say that my fear stems from anxiety, which is something I struggle with. A peek at my family tree would show that I come from a big Polish family, where my grandfathers on both sides worked in the food sales industry. I say I’m just thirsty and don’t want to get stuck without a snack.
Tell me, what do you stash in your pockets or purse?