2007nov26. At the clinic today there was some guy in line ahead of me and he was telling the receptionist that he didn’t have a pulse. He was adamant about it and the receptionist was handling it like any other malady. They went back and forth on it for a bit. Little older than I was, organized with a folder and everything. I spoke with him briefly when he motioned me to the front while he was getting some papers. I’ve never talked to a zombie before. I guess my brains weren’t delicious enough for him. “Seriously man, this is grade-A chuck you’re missing out on. ‘Rarrrr’? ‘ArrrRRrrRRRarrr’? No?”
