When I'm not rescuing relationships and restoring romance, I like to buy food for the hungry. While returning from the grocer with my lunch supplies, I saw a man running. Or ambling. Or dying. Or however you might characterize his grotesque movements. He was moving toward me (southbound) as I was about to make a right turn.
My first thought was, This man is going to croak in the crosswalk, and I'm not going to be able to make my turn. This was 8:08 a.m., and I was already running late for work.
The black-haired, rictus-grinned, bare-chested-but-heart-monitored man managed to avoid rigor mortis and made it across the intersection, and I made the turn. I had to hurry to make lunch and ate breakfast on the go.
I left for work at 8:25 a.m., most assuredly bound to be late. I turned onto a street parallel to the one where I saw the aforementioned runner and headed north. About a mile up the road, I saw the very same fit-for-a-mortician runner -- with the very same rictus grin -- dying toward me (southbound). Did he teleport?
I'm still trying to figure out his route. And also, are zombies real?