Until Undeath Do Us Part, Part 51
(My boyfriend and I are waiting for our food to arrive and I decide to ask the question…)
Me: “What would you do if the whole zombie thing happened, and I turned into a zombie?”
Boyfriend: “I feel like an a**hole for saying this, but I’d have to put you out of your misery.”
Me: “Well, it would be your decision.”
Boyfriend: “It wouldn’t be YOU, anyway. It’s a frame – a shell. A mere mortal shell!”
Me: *laughs*
Boyfriend: “I would try to find a dignified way to do it, though. Other zombies, it’s like – cleaver to the brain-pan! You wouldn’t get the cleaver to the brain-pan.”
Me: “I appreciate that!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?