Apparently, the laundromat can be quite the entertaining place, for zombies.
Granted, most of the time its pretty boring. Upon entering, doing an initial scan of the patrons, and realizing that the only human has tattoos up and down both arms, wears hoop earrings in both ears and one in his lip, and smells of cigarettes... Nobody wants to eat someone that tastes like cigarettes and is full of pieces of metal. It's just terribly inconvenient to get them out of your teeth. The brains probably wouldn't be a very good meal either, call it a hunch.
I usually just find the closest chair and continue reading about Mr Darcy fighting his temptations over Elizabeth while discussing the best ways to eat humans.
My reading was disrupted this evening as a delectable total non-zombie lady came rushing in and said very loudly for all to hear, 'Is that your leg that just rolled out onto the street??!!!' Clearly she had not noticed that this was a zombie establishment.... She quickly ran back out the door in a panic!
Obviously, we all jump up and look out the window to see a perfectly good meal running for all she's worth down the middle of the street. Tattoo boy lets out an embarrassed laugh and runs out the door - apparently he had leprosy, no wonder he was hanging around with zombies.
Its amazing though, how, once something dumb happens that has been witnessed by those gathered, everyone who would normally avoid eye contact at all costs suddenly start making small talk.
Speaking of small talk, a little while later, this little girl comes skipping across the parking lot with her mom. She's got a pink mp3 player in one hand and this gianormous laser cannon on her head, she can't be any older than 5, and the power cord on the laser is so long, its pretty well dragging on the ground.
She waltzes in the door, comes right over to me (like, she's pretty much leaning on the arm of my chair), and says 'Hi Zombie!'.
(oh great... happy outgoing child... with a laser cannon) "Hi, kiddo", I reply.
"Is that your book?"
(did she really just say what I think she did?) "uhh.. what?"
"Is that your book? I didn't know zombies could read"
(well, its not yours. Humans are so ignorant, just because we're zombies doesn't mean we can't read) "yeah, I brought it with me, zombies were people too you know!"
"oh, well you better not try anything fishy"
I can now hear her laser cannon warming up loud and clear. I see the trigger, which she now has in her hand. "Do you know who this is?"
(oh great, a 5 year old who knows more about laser cannons than me...) "Nope, what is it?"
"Auto-sensing power trigger"
(... where's this kid's mother, I have the feeling we're all in trouble) "ooh... cool"
"Do you know how to use a laser cannon? or, a frag grenade?"
(yay - now this child is gonna ask me to leave or she's going to blow me up, better play dumb) "well, I don't know how to use YOUR laser cannon..."
"Oh. Want me to show you?"
(you've got to be kidding me. honestly, where is this kid's mother? i'm really freaking out now) "uh... no thanks"
"see, this is where the power pack goes. And if you pull this out, the laser discharges! Plug it back into this hole and, see? The death ray 2000 is ready to go again!"
(wow, death ray 2000 >.> .... gulp) "wow..."
"Are you here by yourself? One new made loner zombie isn't too big of a problem I guess. You can live for now.
(woah - what?! I didn't see that one coming. Do I really look so Nouveaux zombie that even 5 year olds can tell?! ouch...) "uh, yep - I came alone." (oh man, now the other zombies are giving me the eye)
And off she went to dance to incinerate the rest of the zombies that had started to run to the parking lot - I guess I wasn't exciting enough for her. Oh, by the way, her mother was about 10 feet away doing laundry and didn't seem too bothered that her kid was talking to strangers. Why is the mother just doing laundry while a 5 year old incinerates zombies?
All in all, I was lucky to survive. Maybe going to the laundromat in evening when the wearwolfs come out would be a smarter move.
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So yeah... This is clearly the zombied version of one of Aimers blog entrys about going to the laundromat. Yes it is pretty terrible. It seemed like a funny idea about 2 hours ago. Then my head started hurting. This is the result. Not my best work but I made do with what I had to work with. It's not even really that funny I guess. :) lol But it will indeed prove I'm insane.