Zom? ocalypse
20080724
July 24, 2008
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There were? ? in ? ool shed? ? ening. I came ac? ? mall pack of them--4? ? her,? y di? tive, couldn't hbeen? e than 3 feet high at the shoulder--accompanied by a? tiff? . Th? ere ? ing ? t a ? n chicken. I tho? of the ? and roared ? hem. They filed out the ? ? milled ? t on my pool dec? o I threw a barbecue rib at the far screen door,? ing to lure them to the ? and the? t. I? cceeded beyond my wi? ? ? ; the do? as already ajar, which h? robably been what allowed them ingress in the first place. They fell upon the rib in? avening ? , which ? ly migrated out the ? . However, as I ? ied ? to ? and lock the door b? e any of them got the id? o come back in, the ? pup ? ped back? ough, el? ing ? es at th? upidity of d? ticated mammals.
? ? oke up, realized I had a half-ho? till to sleep before? ting up for work, and fell back asleep again? ? >I h? o babysit three ? ? , the ol? at 13, youn? at 3. The o? t was fine, and ? ? ? oungest,? the midchild wa? ouble. He vanished at so? ? , and I realized he had stolen my ce? hone? ? ? e magazines (sci? ? ff-like), and his pa? s' old T? a 4Runner, and had left for a joyride. I? in ? ruck and tracked him? n, cornering him in ? ? ay, ? e he had had to remo? wo flat tire? ? esult of? ? ? errible ? ing. I got out of th? uck and ran ? to him, seeing ? he had my cell phone in my hand and? reading my e-mails.
? ? ot;That's not yours," I shouted, and he looked at me defiantly,? ck out h? ? e, a? ? it down on the concrete? broke a? ? o three pieces, screen a? ? mall pane of glass c? ing ? ? ing off and ? tering. ? ering imprecations against all little boys, I knelt down and beg? iecing it ba? ? her. It seem? o wo? ell.? to deal? h the legal impl? ? of my charge's deeds; a? ? ? ? moment, a jeep appeared over the ta? ine-strewn h? he o? side of the driveway, c? ing a District A? ney who ? ely resembled Kevin Nealon. Drunk, h? aggered ? and? rred that I had nothing ? ? about, ? ouldn't ? ? ? his was ? a kid, don't worry, no ? ? ion, it's all good, ? a kid, ? orries. I knelt back? n to the kid, took him by the shoulders, and shook h? lightly and explained to him the? ure of his misdeeds and how he had done wrong. G? big tears appeared as he began to blubber a? romise he'd never do it again and that he'd be good from? on, and I hugged him. Now it was ti? o heome; I collected all the kids an? ked the oldest if he had? ide. He nodded and explained he was going ho? ith ? iend, and I ? red ? the middle child was in no condition to drive h? arents' 4Runner back home, especially lackin? o tires, so I elected to bring him a? ? est with me; the? ? ? ld just have to deal? h the car si? ion when they got home.
As I? nded the kid? and loaded them? o the SUV, I fel? ateful; the whole si? ion was ? like a sitcom. Twenty-five ? tes of c? and? e minutes of? ? ion,? s a moral to the story.
? ? oke up, realized I had a half-ho? till to sleep before? ting up for work, and fell back asleep again? ? >I h? o babysit three ? ? , the ol? at 13, youn? at 3. The o? t was fine, and ? ? ? oungest,? the midchild wa? ouble. He vanished at so? ? , and I realized he had stolen my ce? hone? ? ? e magazines (sci? ? ff-like), and his pa? s' old T? a 4Runner, and had left for a joyride. I? in ? ruck and tracked him? n, cornering him in ? ? ay, ? e he had had to remo? wo flat tire? ? esult of? ? ? errible ? ing. I got out of th? uck and ran ? to him, seeing ? he had my cell phone in my hand and? reading my e-mails.
? ? ot;That's not yours," I shouted, and he looked at me defiantly,? ck out h? ? e, a? ? it down on the concrete? broke a? ? o three pieces, screen a? ? mall pane of glass c? ing ? ? ing off and ? tering. ? ering imprecations against all little boys, I knelt down and beg? iecing it ba? ? her. It seem? o wo? ell.? to deal? h the legal impl? ? of my charge's deeds; a? ? ? ? moment, a jeep appeared over the ta? ine-strewn h? he o? side of the driveway, c? ing a District A? ney who ? ely resembled Kevin Nealon. Drunk, h? aggered ? and? rred that I had nothing ? ? about, ? ouldn't ? ? ? his was ? a kid, don't worry, no ? ? ion, it's all good, ? a kid, ? orries. I knelt back? n to the kid, took him by the shoulders, and shook h? lightly and explained to him the? ure of his misdeeds and how he had done wrong. G? big tears appeared as he began to blubber a? romise he'd never do it again and that he'd be good from? on, and I hugged him. Now it was ti? o heome; I collected all the kids an? ked the oldest if he had? ide. He nodded and explained he was going ho? ith ? iend, and I ? red ? the middle child was in no condition to drive h? arents' 4Runner back home, especially lackin? o tires, so I elected to bring him a? ? est with me; the? ? ? ld just have to deal? h the car si? ion when they got home.
As I? nded the kid? and loaded them? o the SUV, I fel? ateful; the whole si? ion was ? like a sitcom. Twenty-five ? tes of c? and? e minutes of? ? ion,? s a moral to the story.
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