The walkers. They are in every store, and are looking for brains. Not brains to eat; just brains to tell them what to do. You know them and see them every day. They amble around the store aimlessly; lifeless eyes and jaws hanging open.
If you're in lumber cutting 2x4s and accidentally make eye contact with a walker, you know your day is shot. The walker's eyes will appear to have a minimal spark of humanity, and will make your day a living hell.
Walker: Need help. Where floor tiles?
Me: What? I can't hear you. I'm sawing lumber.
Walker: Need help. Where floor tiles?
Me: I have 25 minutes of lumber to saw; I'll address your needs after I help the customer ahead of you.
Walker: Need help. Where floor tiles?
Me: I can help you in 25 minutes.
Walker: I'm going to tell your manager that you refused to help me.
Me: Okay.
If you're in lumber cutting 2x4s and accidentally make eye contact with a walker, you know your day is shot. The walker's eyes will appear to have a minimal spark of humanity, and will make your day a living hell.
Walker: Need help. Where floor tiles?
Me: What? I can't hear you. I'm sawing lumber.
Walker: Need help. Where floor tiles?
Me: I have 25 minutes of lumber to saw; I'll address your needs after I help the customer ahead of you.
Walker: Need help. Where floor tiles?
Me: I can help you in 25 minutes.
Walker: I'm going to tell your manager that you refused to help me.
Me: Okay.
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