No…I really do. In fact, I see them everywhere. They are in the grocery store, pushing carts into yours. If they hit your cart, they roll back and try again and like the energizer bunny they just keep going and going.
Driving cars. The ones gripping the steering wheel so hard the white of their knuckles serve as reflector strips on a dark street. They hook a sharp angle into your lane. Can’t hear the horn, can’t hear the brakes screeching, can’t hear your threats and cussing. I mean, what more proof do you need?
In fact, I’m beginning to believe that there are more dead people around than live ones. The kid on the skate board riding smack-dab middle down the street doesn’t seem to notice your 2,000 lb car hurtling toward them. The teen-aged mothers dragging screaming toddlers across the street as the mini vans zoom by. The 7-11 clerk who takes your debit card, swipes it and thrusts it back at a person, apparently seen only by their zombie eyes, standing to the right or left of you. Questions on your part are met with a vacant stare. Responses can only be illicited by uttering phrases like, ‘$10 on number 2′ – ‘pack of Marlboros’ – ‘two chili dogs.’
Need more proof? Go to the DMV, call the phone company or ask a gas station attendant for directions. Or just for fun, ask a traffic cop why he stopped you? Like the terminator, his vacant eyes drift over you, around you, behind you but never at you. I mean, what are they looking for? Other dead people they can maybe date? Yep, dead, every one of them.
It’s a fricking Twilight Zone out there folks. One could even ponder if dead people are blogging. How hard would it be. Pound on the keys and hit publish. We’d never know….would we?
I do, I really do…I see dead people…