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touched my arm.  When I turned around, she hugged me.  And as we parted I kissed her.  I knew she still liked me.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
                  Driving home that night, I realized how tired I was.  All I wanted to do was sleep.  Tomorrow was delivery day.  Everything I’d ordered over the internet was due to arrive and it was going to be a busy afternoon.  I would set my alarm for eight and head straight for my favorite gun store.  I had lots of ammo to buy.
                  When my alarm went off at eight, I sat straight up in bed.  I’d slept ten hours.  I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.  I felt great.  Then I remembered what was coming and all that I had to do today.  I didn’t feel so good anymore. 
                  The day turned to shit fast.  Larry’s Guns and Ammo, my favorite gun store, wasn’t my favorite shop anymore.  They didn’t have half of the stuff  I needed.  I spent all morning going from gun store to gun store.  After six stops I finally had everything I needed.
                  Luckily when I got home at a little after one, I hadn’t missed any deliveries.  Three different UPS trucks came to my house that day, two at the same time.  By the time they were done and gone, my two car garage was just about full. 
                  I’d helped unload all three trucks and was pretty much done for.  I was going to go inside and take a nap.  As soon as I got in the house my doorbell rang.  It was my neighbor from across the street, Al.  This was all I needed.  I was sure he’d seen all the deliveries and wanted to know what was going on.  We’d talked often and got along okay but I really didn’t know him that well.  Really all I knew about Al was that he was 62, retired, and ex-military. 
                  “Hey Steve, how’s it hangin’?”
                  “Most days to the right.”
                  This was our standard way of saying hello.
                  “Looks like your opening your own store.  Or maybe you’re getting ready for World War III.”
                  “No Al, no World War III.”
                  “Well I could see some of the labels on those boxes.  I didn’t know you were a survivalist too.”
                  “You’re a survivalist?  You never mentioned that before.”
                  “You bet I am.  It’s not something I tell everyone.  People get the wrong impression.  They tend to think you’re crazy.  This world is fucked up and when the shit goes down I’m going to be ready.”
                  “Well Al, I can appreciate that.  But I’m not a survivalist.  I’m getting ready to open an E-Bay store.  I’m thinking about quitting my job and going into business for myself.”
                  “Bullshit.  I was watching pretty close while you were loading up your garage.  You bought a new Hummer and you’ve got that U-Haul here.”
                  “Look Al, I’m telling you…”
                  “Hang on Steve.  Tell you what.  Come over to my place.  I’ll show you a few things.  Then we can talk.”
                  I really didn’t have time for this.  But I had a feeling I was going to want to hear what Al had to say.
                  “Okay.  Let’s go.”
                  When we got to Al’s, we went inside.  He went straight to his fridge and grabbed a six pack of beer.
                  “Here, take one.”
                  “Al, you know I don’t drink.”  I don’t know why I even bothered to say that anymore.  I’d drunk more beers in the last couple of days than I had in years.
                  “Take one.”
                  So I took one. 
                  We went out