Who I’d Bite If I Were a Zombie

yucky zombieLook, nobody likes a bitter jackass, although all of us have had run-ins with mean people at one point or other. Some experiences stick with a person, however, and even if one’s outlook is generally positive, well, a little rumination on justice is probably okay. In this spirit I take up the idea of zombifying my history’s greatest offenders. I invite others to do the same!

Robert B., former landlord during my second year of graduate school: Robert’s main problem was that he was a slumlord who just couldn’t admit it. He owned a dozen or so dilapidated, once-proud brick apartment buildings in Syracuse, New York and despite not wanting to ever maintain the structures, thought that tenants should pay current luxury apartment rates for the honor of residing there. When I pointed out that my living room ceiling was starting to bow, he asked me not to stand under there any more. And when a 6-foot section of that ceiling, no longer able to hold onto the rotten joist, collapsed seconds after I ran out of the room, he sued me, saying I’d done the damage myself. So yes, I would bite this guy on his dominant hand so he could watch himself turn putrid before he became a blathering zombie.

Wendy B., former college roommate: Wendy was a great friend that I met during my brief stint in the Campus Crusade for Christ. Although she claimed she didn’t believe in anything they were preaching, she also wasn’t cool with it when I started to come out of the closet. I came home from class one day to find my elderly cat locked in a kitchen cabinet, traumatized and covered in his own excrement. She refused to admit she’d done this to him, but that’s the problem with living with only one other person. Two weeks later, she moved out, calling me all manner of homophobic names, and four weeks later, I learned she was in a relationship with another woman. So Wendy, I have a zombie bite with your name on it.

Road Rage Guy in Alexandria, Virginia: All I did was stop at an amber light, and this creep followed me for ten more blocks, ranting at me from the wheel of his Jeep. When I got out of my car in a parking lot (I was headed for a haircut), he parked one row over and then screamed that I was a freak of nature. Geez, I know I needed a haircut, quit it already! His roundhouse punch may have been obvious and easy to stop, but this guy seems better off as a rambling undead than free to roam the suburbs of Washington, DC.

Mitt Romney, current candidate for President: No, he hasn’t injured me personally, but honestly, I see this more as a public service to improve his communication skills, because yes, Mitt has all of the panache of a wet bag of dog poop. At least eking out “braiiiiiins” would keep him away from his gaffes about $10,000 bets and how little he pays in taxes.

Actually, four people in 41 years is a pretty non-bitter list, all things considered. That said, I’d love to see other folks’ nominees for this little ignoble award. Feel free to add in the comments section!

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6 Comments on “Who I’d Bite If I Were a Zombie”

  1. February 22, 2012 at 1:21 pm #

    If we want to be political, I’d pick Rick Santorum, so he can see what “abomination against nature” actually means.

    and who the hell locks a cat in a kitchen cabinet? I’d bite her too.

    • evmaroon
      February 22, 2012 at 4:50 pm #

      Right? That was a horrible, soul-less thing for her to do, so maybe she was already a zombie. Rick Santorum, now that I think of it, may also already be undead. But we could bite him just to be sure.

  2. awrenfro
    February 22, 2012 at 7:00 pm #

    So true about Mitt, but can you start with Newt.

    • evmaroon
      February 22, 2012 at 9:38 pm #

      I kind of just want to say okay to his idea about a moon colony, and send him there, then tell him due to cutbacks we can’t deploy any more oxygen to him.

      • awrenfro
        February 23, 2012 at 2:35 am #

        He’d find a way to not only survive, but make that colony happen. I think he is destined to be in the public eye no matter what he says or does.

  3. February 23, 2012 at 7:50 am #

    I thought at first I’d have a really long list of nominations for this dubious honor, but I’m finding, like you, that I’m surprised how little bitterness my heart actually contains. It feels more bitter than that.

    I think I’d like to nominate two people, though: Julie V., the seventh grade “friend” who turned all my other friends against me, in the way only mean middle school girls can, and Mr. Payne, the ninth grade math teacher who discouraged me from continuing in his advanced class and told me that it was ok because “girls just aren’t as good at math.”

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