Posted on | October 20, 2009 | No Comments
I sit in the urgent care waiting room with only my laptop to keep me amused. I am here with my girlfriend who has come down with what appears to be the flu. Like a good boyfriend, I have assured her that if whatever virus she has contracted turns out to be the plague that brings the zombie apocalypse, I will dispatch her with the nearest sharp object without a second thought. It will be love that moves my arm to bring the axe to meet her brain that denies her from becoming patient zero for the potential extinction of humankind. She snickers because it is funny, but we both know I’m serious. I don’t fuck around with the threat of the undead.
I try to find a free wi-fi connection to mooch off of to keep me amused, but I have no luck. Nothing is broadcasting an SSID and everything is locked. I suppose that’s a good thing with us being in a hospital area. That last thing we need is some juvenile delinquent messing with patient records and ordering psychedelic meds for everyone. Sure, it would be a truly epic news day and a windfall for YouTube, but I’d like to think I’m relatively safe from that happening if I go into the hospital for a broken toe or something.
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