A Helping Hand

  Following yesterdays gray skies and cold weather, today was definitely a refreshing change. And while the sun still wasn't shining bright, it was way warmer which put me in a pretty good mood. I planned out my day and was set to get so much accomplished. My day was planned so perfectly, I even had time to go see a movie with some friends before having to start my list. Sadly, to quote John Steinbeck, "The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry".

  Outside the theater my friends and I were checking out the 21 Jump Street poster. Sheamus was admiring the brush strokes used in the creation of the art on the poster while I tried to convince him that it just a simple photograph. Our discussion was interrupted by a man in torn clothes and a face that has seen too many harsh days.

  He blurted out that he wanted something to eat. We all fell silent, kind of lowered our heads and looked from one to the other, wondering which of us would be the one to help. This wasn't the first time any of us had encountered a down on their luck person, who reluctantly asked for help. Like many in todays 'me' society, we hoped that by just ignoring the problem that eventually someone else would take care of it and it would go away.

  I am ashamed to say that quietly we all shook our heads 'no' and walked away. As we walked away, I could still hear the man crying out, "Brains! Brains!"

  To be honest, I have never been comfortable around the zombie population. It's not that I have anything against them or their culture, my cousin is zombie. I just find a few of their practices unsettling.

  We bought our tickets and hit the snack counter. I had $30 in my pocket and after using that and borrowing another $3.75 from my friend, I bought a small popcorn and drink. As I handed the money to the cashier, pounding and moaning began to echo through the lobby of the theater. Looking back toward the entrance doors, a mob of zombies had gathered to protest and demand food.

Zombies gather at theater for protest

    The chant of "Brains" grew and grew. I forgot that zombies rarely travel alone and when offended are quick to protest. This is one of those things I hate about zombies. They are always asking for the same thing. It's always "brains this" and "brains that", and if they don't get what they want they form a mob.

  Due to the fact a zombie protest can get out of hand and more often than not people get hurt, the theater security made us all gather in the Ultra Screen theater until police could take care if the situation.

  Four hours later, the police shooed away the last zombie and finally gave the all clear sign. My friends and I agreed it was far too late now to see a movie so we rain checked the event for another day.

  I was able to get a few things done on my list but the majority of it will have to wait till tomorrow. The day may have ended up being a total bust but I did learn something. Every thing has feelings, and even though the situation is uncomfortable for you, just remember how hard it is for that zombie.
So, next time a zombie comes up to me and cries out for brains, I will totally trip the guy next to me and be like, "Here you go my zombie friend. Enjoy."