Zombies

I forgot I had a blog, so to make up to myself, here are some zombie stories.

Once Bruce Campbell came to speak at FSU.  My sister and I went through hell and high water to get there, and once there he verbally accosted me for being a smart ass.  Then we tried to follow him home.  Thwarted!



Really, here's the good story:

The institution I currently work for does an annual conference of sorts, with various themes to the three day event.  This particular night was, you guessed it, zombie themed.

I was working bag check for the event when a middle aged gentleman (talking early 50s here) approached with an unholy amount of goods and assorted paraphernalia.  It was all very dirty, and covered in blood.  Like all good zombie baggage should be.

As I wrote out his claim check I remarked, "Wow!  You're a really good zombie!"

My compliments to his expertly crafted costume were approached thusly:
"Well, yes.  I am a professional zombie."

Then he handed me a business card.
No joke, his business card said "Dave Miller, professional zombie".  It's the second greatest business card I've ever been given.

The next day, the card was passed on to alternative services, because I have a dear friend who I thought might be interested in his next offer...

You see, as downtown Orlando is extra spooky haunted, Dave the professional zombie thought to offer his services for a ghost tour.    Because he knows some actual ghosts.   That would take me on a tour.

One of my few regrets in life is not going on that tour.

There have been no zombie sightings since, but Halloween is coming up.