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So That's Where Zombies Come From...
Ever notice how many zombies pop up whenever some careless operator of a truck carrying toxic waste or experimental biohazardous material drives carelessly? And you think to yourself, well, self, that could never happen, because no one would drive like that with that kind of cargo...
Well, I don't know about the exact zombification process - although I'm sure the zombies have their best technicians and scientists working on improving the process of going from point A to Z - but I do know that whole "driver entrusted with toxic stuff acting like a madman" thing is, sadly, not part of the fictional realm.
Witness - or, perhaps, in his case, witless - the driver for Stericycle, Inc this morning, as he left Lehigh Valley Hospital Muhlenberg.
Now, that truck bore labellings for infectious waste - 30 cubic yards of it - and was licensed in NJ and PA. I only noticed the truck because we had just crossed the main entrance intersection - myself and a whole herd of other drivers, including a box truck in the right hand lane - and this idiot comes flying towards the tipping point out of the hospital directly in front of the box truck (about three times his size).
That, boys and girls, was not a proper demonstration of how to act when you see a "Yield" sign and are merging into moving traffic. That is, however, how you force a truck three times your size to stop the acceleration process and switch immediately to "stop, fast" and initiate accident avoidance procedures.
I got lucky. If one or the other of the two trucks had varied in speed just a little, the infectious waste truck would have been hit, flipped, and, given the direction he was going in at the time, likely landed on top of me.
At which time, even if zombification due to infectious waste scattered about did not actually occur, I would stand a good chance of not being here to type this.
Well, I don't know about the exact zombification process - although I'm sure the zombies have their best technicians and scientists working on improving the process of going from point A to Z - but I do know that whole "driver entrusted with toxic stuff acting like a madman" thing is, sadly, not part of the fictional realm.
Witness - or, perhaps, in his case, witless - the driver for Stericycle, Inc this morning, as he left Lehigh Valley Hospital Muhlenberg.
Now, that truck bore labellings for infectious waste - 30 cubic yards of it - and was licensed in NJ and PA. I only noticed the truck because we had just crossed the main entrance intersection - myself and a whole herd of other drivers, including a box truck in the right hand lane - and this idiot comes flying towards the tipping point out of the hospital directly in front of the box truck (about three times his size).
That, boys and girls, was not a proper demonstration of how to act when you see a "Yield" sign and are merging into moving traffic. That is, however, how you force a truck three times your size to stop the acceleration process and switch immediately to "stop, fast" and initiate accident avoidance procedures.
I got lucky. If one or the other of the two trucks had varied in speed just a little, the infectious waste truck would have been hit, flipped, and, given the direction he was going in at the time, likely landed on top of me.
At which time, even if zombification due to infectious waste scattered about did not actually occur, I would stand a good chance of not being here to type this.