everyone that works the 6 am shift parks in the designated parking area. they walk across the large parking lot through the gigantos building. there's usually around 10 - 20 people at any given time doing this.
almost NEVER is a word muttered through this "ritual". it does not matter if you're walking next to your bestest friend in the whole wide world. it doesn't matter if you're so close to someone that they can almost feel you breating on their neck. it doesn't matter if you see someone that you had been trying repeatedly to contact over some matter the day before.
it's just a constant... parade... of zombies.
i started giggling heinously on the way across the parking lot today over the ridiculousness and comical view it was. this warranted a dirty look from a lady walking next to me, having thusly ruined her zombie trek. i giggled out what i thought was funny, and the look turned more sour, completed with a muttered "it's too damn early."
so. the daily I.C.E. Gallery March to Arms is quite a spectical to watch. just, um... don't approach the animals.
