Zombie Grocers
There's a grocery store on Whalley Ave near our house that looks like it's been closed for a decade. The sign out front has no lettering on the movable type placard-board. There are no cars in the parking lot. The paint on the building looks sandblasted and peeling. There are no posters for weekly specials, save a lone pale announcement for pepsi at 89 cents.
But the lights are on. And there appears to be occasional movement inside.
I am convinced it's a grocery store for zombies. My wife told me that she'll take it upon herself to protect the family should the Zombies from the store overflow and enter our neighborhood. In return, I am to slay all insects in the home.
Foolishly, I accepted. I just didn't think... she gets to wield the shotgun and the flame-thrower while all I can use is rolled up newspapers. Think next time dude, think!
But the lights are on. And there appears to be occasional movement inside.
I am convinced it's a grocery store for zombies. My wife told me that she'll take it upon herself to protect the family should the Zombies from the store overflow and enter our neighborhood. In return, I am to slay all insects in the home.
Foolishly, I accepted. I just didn't think... she gets to wield the shotgun and the flame-thrower while all I can use is rolled up newspapers. Think next time dude, think!
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on Monday, October 04, 2004 at 10/04/2004 08:09:00 PM.
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