-Overheard at the MD Renaissance Festival
This started an amusing thought process on the long trek over Ye Olde Fields to my faithful chariot Sir Toyota. I had a pretty good idea of what I would do should the zombie apocalypse happen while I was munching on a scotch egg.
- Grab as many scotch eggs as possible. Natch.
- Procure wooden sword to whack potential zombies. (Pro Tip: If it yells ‘hey!’ it was just a drunk guy stumbling around.)
- Strategically place self to maximize costumed people as buffer zone. Some of them have weapons, others are wearing quickness hindering hoop skirts / five inch heels / corsets tightened a tad too much.
- Eat all the sherbet. It’s going to melt anyway.
- Consider the climbing wall as a safe haven; laugh maniacally and keep moving.
- Blown Glass Distraction:
- Stop to admire the hand-blown glass.
- Check fluttering price tags.
- Ponder what post-apocalyptic currency will be.
- Curse lack of bottle caps / bananas / gold.
- Procure Steak on a Stake: protein + backup weapon = winner. If zombies have overrun SoaS stand, shed a tear and head for Chicken on a Lance stand.
- Wait… is that gold over there? <inspection> Nope, shiny fakeness. No currency, but possible use as zombie distraction…?
- The water supplies are probably contaminated, so you know, beer. And Mountain Dew. For energy.
- Carbs are an important energy source. So… TWO orders of potato wedges. Hey, food supplies are important!