"What the hell are you in such a hurry for, Ernie? They'll only sell you three boxes a day."
Now that we're down to one car, my daily drive takes me past a number of WalMarts, and I lose little in gas expenditure when I stop by to window shop and gauge the marketplace. The WalMarts around here actually got some .22 Long Rifle in about 48 hours ago, but within 12 - 24 hours, depending upon the store, they were gone. There is a growing band of "store jumpers" who, when they learn that one store received some, go to every store they can easily reach (for some that may mean within a twenty mile radius) to see if any are left at other locations. They see each other at the various locations and smile knowingly. The rationing of 3 boxes per person per day is still on, so it is not entirely a matter of a horse race, winner take all -- hence the smiles.
But one fellow I asked said that he was memorizing when the regular sporting goods counter person would go to lunch and then wait in the parking lot until he could double up on his cull with the relief. He sniffed at my observation that the gas money was probably killing him.
"So?" he replied. "At least I'm getting the ammo." But why .22, I asked? I mean, I could understand combat ammo in 12 Gauge and military and police rifle and pistol calibers but why did he think that .22 Long Rifle was so scarce?
"It's the only thing I can afford to shoot these days," came the answer.
And that's life among the WalMart "store jumpers."