Whatever it's called. All Cat 2-trying-to-be-3 .I get no end of amusement watching dorks in action, panicking . All over the store, shelves are bare, people run-walking to grab the last loaf of bread.

Ummm ... we're 200 miles from the coast and above the flood plane? Granted we'll get some rain, and probably some flooding. But these whack jobs are acting like the end times are upon us .