The idiocy (and selfishness) of panic buying

[paulchapo]

Genius, if you sell a product just start a rumour there's a shortage and clean up

 

[knuckles]

Crazy, but then it was reported that their could be turkey issues and people can’t be panicking about not being able to eat dry chicken on Jesus’ birthday.

We’ll be having beef. As usual.

Think after this Christmas were going to have beef mmmmmmm - I've already panicked bought my turkey for this year!!! - (Not really, the butchers we get ours from takes orders in late summer - honest!).

 

[ganganvince]

Think after this Christmas were going to have beef mmmmmmm - I've already panicked bought my turkey for this year!!! - (Not really, the butchers we get ours from takes orders in late summer - honest!).

We have both

 

[Marklr]

Some scummy drug dealer guy gown the road from me has started a rumour that there's going to be a heroin shortage...you should see the queue of toothless bagheads with their hard-earned cash.
"yergotanysparechangeonyermate?...orasparecig?"

 

[knuckles]

We have both

Sounds like a plan, need a bigger oven though

 

[ganganvince]

Sounds like a plan, need a bigger oven though

Cook it carve it then bag up and freeze in portions lasts me ages (she's veggie)

 

[East Level 2]

Genius, if you sell a product just start a rumour there's a shortage and clean up

But do it with perishable goods otherwise you reduce future earnings.
No point making a few bob now if you sell bog roll as people will just need less in the future.
Unless we bring back the ritual of throwing bog rolls at the match. Eeeh, them were the days.

 

[Cassandra]

What I want to know is who has bought up all the "Salt & Shake" crisps?!

 

[KS55]

Serious shortage of Dijon mustard in these parts. WTF?

 

[denislawsbackheel]

But do it with perishable goods otherwise you reduce future earnings.
No point making a few bob now if you sell bog roll as people will just need less in the future.
Unless we bring back the ritual of throwing bog rolls at the match. Eeeh, them were the days.

I once wrote a sketch about two scrotes who somehow got invited to watch a match in a corporate box and started chucking big rolls around. They got chucked out when they stood at the window singing “You’re going home in a fucking ambulance…”