So today, TWH stayed open late for those brides who work 9 to 5.
Now I was the only one there ready to give tours and information to those
poor girls. Everything was great, till 8 o'clock hit. Now normally Matt would have met me at work and helped me lock up,
not that I was scared or anything, he was just chivalrous.
(OK, I was a little scared.)
But today was one of those "without Matt" days.
You know, the ones where you turn to ask him a question about your computer, or ask his opinion on the latest movie, or have him hook some electronic monster and all its cables, or just to see his smiling face, only to remember that he's not there. I think I was subconsciously waiting for him to appear and help me lock up. Once I realized that it would be just me, I has to "gather" and start to walk across the dark property all alone.
I started to freak myself out, due to those Zombie-killing video games.
I started thinking this would be where they come out and eat my brains.
So I tried calling some friends so I would have someone to talk to.
But NO ONE would answer their phones!!
Not even my own Mother!
In my mind, the same Zombies came out of the woodwork, had a delicious feast of my brains, and went to their Zombie-home to sleep it off. I had to start singing out loud so I can hear something besides every other little sound (that the Zombies were making. They're not that smart, even with all the brains they eat.) Finally, I made it back to the office (in one piece) and turned on the alarm, and went home.
Seriously, I have an overactive imagination sometimes.
Next time, guys, answer the phone.
It could be a matter of life or death.