This reminded me of a long ago incident.
Back in 1976 Long Island was hit by a moderate hurricane. The eye actually passed over at am which is an eerie occurance.
Anyway, the power went out on monday and did not come back til thursday of the same week. Not bad actually. Our block was pretty self-sufficient. People just broke out their grills, and whatnot (or visited folk in unaffected areas).
However, as time went on, the news was full of incidents where folk started getting really nasty. Next door to us was some ex-moo of a pro baseball player who was shacked up with some idiot. She had a loaf that was only a month or two old at the time.
Sometime on Wednesday a rep from the local power company came through in a car, for what reason I don't remember. Quite a number of the occupants came out and were chatting amiably with this guy. We had only been yaking about 3 minutes or so, when the duh from this house comes out and literally runs down his driveway. Not so much as a 'howdee doo' he just starts ranting and yelling about the fact that there's no power, that there is a poor widdle baayyybeee in the house, they can't heat anything up for said baayybeee, etc etc etc.
Now, everyone else had kids, yet they weren't complaining or hollering. Everyone just stared at this numbnut and, I think I said something like 'don't you have a charcoal grill even? or something?'. Wrong thing to say.. he just started ranting again about how he couldn't heat up baby bottles. .. He saw he wasn't getting anywhere with anyone, no one would join him in his little one man bitch parade, so he finally just left.