Crossroads 70 miles South of Atlanta

Nothing for another 100 miles

One store on each side of the road

“They’re fixin’ to come,” said the one old fellow

Who owned the first store

“Nefarious bunch” said the other owner

What do we do?

Sell them two gallons

Tell them that’s all we got

When they run out of gas it’ll back up traffic for 150 miles

They ran out of gas

Traffic backed up

$400 in groceries became $4,000 worth of merchandise

Let’s hope we have more ammo…