This afternoon, I was walking through Westlake Park when all of a sudden I was attacked by a vicious pack of zombies.
Where did they come from?
I don’t know.
What did they want?
Brains, I guess.
Not wanting to miss the next season of American Idol, I wasn’t going to go easily.
I made a dash for the nearby subway station, and the zombies quickly followed. They chased me down the escalator, down the stairs, and just as they were about to catch up with me, I caught a break.
You see, I already had an ORCA card, and the zombies did not. When they stopped at the fare machine to get their tickets, I lost them in the abyss of the subterranean tunnel.
Seattle Rex narrowly lives to blog another day.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.