I got into a pessimistic phase a couple years ago (although is it a phase if I’m still in it? Hmmm) [why yes, it *was* during the presidential elections — your point being?] and decided we needed bug-out bags in the cars and disaster stashes in the basement. My wife started by humoring me, then got into the whole concept more than I did.
DEB: Shouldn’t we pack spare underwear into the bug-out bags? If we’re on the road for two days fleeing the apocalypse we might want fresh underwear. Just saying.
DEB: The store is having a sale on cheap bottled water. I know we have these wonderful straws that let us suck life-giving water from a mud puddle, but it might also be nice to wash our hands.
DEB: How much cash do you have on you? Yeah, me too. Tell you what, just in case your Apple Pay and my credit cards stop working after Russian hackers destroy our economy, maybe we should have emergency cash tucked in odd corners, just in case. What d’ya think?