zombies are scary

YIKES!

Some creepy-ass dude followed me across the street from the duplexes (where the ladies live) to our office across the street. It's dark & cold & scary outside... & then this dude comes out of the friggin shadows, making zombie sounds!! (I think he was totally on something.) I practically ran across the street & locked the door right away. I was actually expecting him to be outside, waiting for me to come back out. It was not cool!

But hey. I guess that's what happens when you work in a neighborhood called Felony Flats, right?

First thing for tomorrow?

1) putting my baseball bat in the car
2) buying a can of mace for my work keys &
3) finding a fucking huge maglite to either bash their brains in with, or else see my assailant's face