The Analog Wife and I were out looking at houses yesterday morning, doing research for our probable end-of-year home purchase, and inbetween houses, we stopped for breakfast (I had a big burger and fries and she had a Thai Chicken salad, but we still called it breakfast).
We were chatting while I was map-geeking the next couple locations and I brought up that before the summer was over, she should try learning how to drive Grimm, with and without his backpack.
The thought of doing this scared the shiznit out of her and she asked me why. I told her that I can’t be everywhere all the time and that she might need to make an emergency drive through the snow or heavy rain, say if I got into an accident at work at night and that I would feel safer if she drove Grimm instead of her little car under those circumstances, and that while learing under pressure can be a good thing, learning his habits now would be better.
Basically: Better safe than sorry.
I, of course, forgot that I had mentioned the backpack, which she promtly brought up. After stuttering a bit, she got the whiff of me getting her involved in my SHTF emergengies preparations. She doesn’t usually object, provided her involvement doesn’t involve a whole lot of time and, apparently, driving large vehicles.
She asked just what exactly I was preparing for and I basically told her ‘just about anything’. She started listing off things like earthquake, volcanic eruption, flood, terrorist attack, etc, to each I answered “Yes”.
She then asked what I was expecting from the terrorists and I mentioned the taking out of power substations, gas mains and water supplies, random attacks at supermarkets and shopping centers and possibly a dirty bomb being set off.
At that, she asked if I truly thought they would try something that catastrophic, which I again answered “Yes”.
Her reply: “Well, if we end up having to drive around a radiated wasteland in that big ass truck, you’re wearing assless chaps like they did in the Road Warrior movie.”
I love her, but she’s strange.
(BTW, her Grimm lessons will begin the second week of August)
Of course, this brings up the question of what sex toys are best for the modern couple to store for when disaster strikes? As A/C power would likely be a problem, battery-powered toys are better — but in a survival situation, is a sex toy really the best use of your precious batteries? Then there’s the matter of scarce BOB space — is one double-ended toy more space-efficient than two separate toys?
Precise details are left as an exercise for the reader.