Wear this shirt.
When I approached the counter, the cashier said, "I LOVE your shirt!"
"Thanks!" I said. "It's my new favorite thing." (My other new favorite thing is using the phrase "my new favorite thing.")
"Do you watch The Walking Dead?" she asked.
I said yes and she said, "Of course you do!"
Then we launched into a conversation about how we miss the show, about the book World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, and about the likelihood of a real zombie apocalypse.
She said, "You know, I don't think it would really be that bad. I think we'd contain the situation much faster in real life."
I agreed. I was just telling my cousin this same thing last week. We'd still have cell phones and Internet and multiple other means of communication. I think we'd figure out pretty quickly how to shut down the flesh-eating threat. I say this, but I must admit there's a distinct possibility we might just stare in fascination and loathing. I mean, we can't even figure out how to shut down the brain-eating threat of the Kardashian family. All any of us do is stare at them in fascination and loathing.
While we talked, her male co-worker came over and got into the conversation, too. The manager came by and said, "What are you guys talking about?" and all three of us practically shouted with glee: "Zombies!"
Please note that this entire conversation took place before I even placed my order. Good thing no one was waiting in line behind me.
Damn, I love this shirt. It's totally my new favorite thing.