So, my buddy Clarice sends me this email...
My buddy Clarice sends me this email about the new Zodiac film coming out in March.
Goody, goody! Slurp.
So, industrious Googler that I am, I immediately set about refreshing my memory on San Francisco's Zodiac killer--who was never caught.
It turns out that I drive past a couple of his crime scenes on a daily basis.
As if that weren't bad enough ;) --I make the mistake of mentioning it to a couple of people at work--one of whom takes me down the hall to a window and says: You see that spot right over there?
If I tell you that I was still pressing the power door lock buttons even after I was on the freeway doing 70--
ROFL at myself.
Somewhere around the 680 interchange in Fairfield, it occurred to me that I was, in fact, driving a SUV and that a serial killer could potentially be hiding in the cargo area behind the back seat.
You know how it goes:
Cerebellum: Now Michael, it's been over thirty years ago and you're behaving like an idiot.
Medulla Oblongata: No, no, he's hiding in the cargo area this very second and he's just waiting for you to exit the freeway and pull up to a traffic light so he can pop you. Really, he is! You'll see soon enough--(Looks in rearview mirror for hundredth time)
I know I've checked every door and window lock in this house a million times.