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Zombies Are Disease Ridden
A case for staying at home when you’re sick.
Yes, zombies are disease ridden — that’s how they make other little zombies. Or big zombies. Can you imagine a five hundred pound sumo wrestler chasing after you for man meat?
When I have had a bad month where I have had not one but two colds right on top of the other, but yet I know it’s not because of the stay-at-home zombies I live with, I have to wonder. What does this mean for those non-zombies? I will be delightfully infectious to the entire population. I could quite possibly have started my own zombie apocalypse right in my very own home. My mother should be so proud.
Then, of course, because I’m not just a zombie, but I do have a life to lead, I shamble out from my house. Sometimes, there’s no getting around it.
What places have I infected in my life?
My sons’ high school.
My sons’ high school counselor (trust me, this one was important — she saw tons of people all day long).
My sons’ college(s).
Walmart.
Target.
The post office.
The chiropractor.
The local grocery store.
