If Zombies Knock, Who’s Answering the Door First?
If a zombie apocalypse kicked off tonight and there’s an ominous knock at your front door, who’s getting sent to answer it first? Personally, I’d volunteer my neighbor’s overly curious cat—she’s practically bulletproof and always wants to see what’s going on anyway. Second choice: my garden gnome Larry, purely for comedic distraction while I grab the nearest shovel.
Figured it’s time we rank our household members or “assets” by zombie-door-answering potential. Is it the spry teen with the baseball bat, the grumpy partner who never misses a chance to complain, or—be honest—the Roomba, programmed to deliver a stern warning and sweep up on the way back?
And what’s everyone’s go-to distraction if you had to draw zombies away for a minute? Wind chimes? Canned beans rolling
Figured it’s time we rank our household members or “assets” by zombie-door-answering potential. Is it the spry teen with the baseball bat, the grumpy partner who never misses a chance to complain, or—be honest—the Roomba, programmed to deliver a stern warning and sweep up on the way back?
And what’s everyone’s go-to distraction if you had to draw zombies away for a minute? Wind chimes? Canned beans rolling