My mom told me a story about a guy who was hoarding hand sanitizer and trying to sell it at an increased price, if I remember correctly (he'd buy out the local stores so people couldn't get it there) and ended up getting it taken away and distributed to places that needed it.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"