We were in Virginia Beach for a few days, visiting #1 Son and the grandchildren, and coming back today turned out to be something of a challenge. I read in the news about the cyber-attack on the Colonial pipeline, and not only filled up in Virginia Beach, but topped off the tank about 60 miles down the road. I was pretty sure we had enough gas at that point to make it home, but decided to look around for another station, just in case. To my consternation, the majority of them appeared to have run out. We found a BP station that had a long line, so we managed to fill up again there, but it was a petroleum wasteland once we got into Brunswick County.
Now, if Trump were president, he'd have turned the full force of our law enforcement agencies loose on the malefactors, and probably put in place an emergency plan for diverting at least some emergency gasoline supplies to the affected area (southeastern U.S.). The last I heard, the Dementia Kid was at first denying there was a shortage, and also refraining from doing anything, either to help with the security breach or to deal with the gasoline shortage once he finally admitted that it existed (which, as I can vouch for first hand, is very real).
Anyhow, we made it home, and home is where we're staying.