Delayed by some silly passenger makes me wonder what it would be like to deal with zombies in an airport or on a plane. It already super sucks. Imagine dealing with grimy, rotting boogers trying to shred through your Joe jeans or columbia coats in order reach that tender flesh of your calf or bicep.
You can run from terminal to terminal while those grounded flying machines taunt you with their failed escape opportunities. Heck, if the pilots decide to dance with the dead, I certainly can't fly one of those winged tin cans.
And to choose between surviving on those horrid plane rations on unsurviving on little Johnny, well, I may have to reconsider my traditional trepidations associated with cannibalism.
I haven't even gotten on the airplane yet. Tbc....
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