the light at the end of the produce aisle

i was in costco today, walking my son around in the stroller while my wife was shopping, when the lights in the whole place suddenly went out. suprisingly, no on ereally panicked, even though at least half the store was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. i was close to the large front door, so i could see by virtue of the sunlight coming in. either way, most people slowly made their way to the light. but at the same time, there was that old familiar feeling- i bet everyone was feeling it to- i thought to myself that there had been some kind of terrorist attack that knocked out a power plant or something. i remeber hearing a commentator some time not to long after september 11th, who described people's TV-watching habits in the weeks afterwards- he said that people were glued to their 24-hour cable-news channels, watching, waiting for the news to end. and they would see it live- provided that they, or the TV station's transmission facility, was not instantly vaporized or something. so anyway, the lights came back on after a little while and things went back to normal... except that the photo-printing machine blew a fuse or something and we can't get our pictures until monday.