The Curmudgeon Society Generalé has appointed a safety director, Bob. The thinking was that too many members just cross streets at will assuming others will brake for them, drive their 3-ton vehicles as if they are alone on the roadways, and worst of all, drive in the snow.
As you might imagine, his task is a daunting one: "I"ve been driving since before you were born" "those nice drivers always brake for a slow-moving old lady: (we will ignore the squeeling of brakes, honks and the occasional rear-ender for the nonce) "my car can drive through any snowstorm", etc. etc.
So Bob patiently explains, NOT for a loaf of bread. Essentials only. The roads are essentially clear within a day; then you can buy as much bread as you wish. Oh the grumbling.
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