So I thought I was going to have to fight for my life today at work when a shady looking customer asked me where the bath salts were located. I have never been so defensive in my life when helping a customer. I guess the zombie apocalypse we will get is the zombie housewife apocalypse, it may not be the one we deserved but it is the apocalypse we needed. I guess.
My boss laughed at me because it noticed how behind my back i opened my box cutter…just to be safe, and I constantly kept my eyes on him while keeping my distance. Had a good laugh afterwards, but boy…I was kinda hoping hed zombie out. I wanna fight a zombie. Or a horde of zombies.
