The zombie brought me a sneaker today. Just one.
I looked at him and I said, “thanks …” and I left a big pause there. A pregnant pause, as they say. I figured maybe he’d explain it, or maybe he had the matching sneaker behind his back or something.
I asked my sister about it and she told me that some people are just bad at giving gifts. She’s right. I dated a girl for a while that was a terrible gift-giver. But one sneaker? That’s the king of bad gifts.
Anyway. I know this is an odd stereotype … but I feel like gay zombies would be great gift-givers, so maybe I misread all that ‘gay’ stuff.