Allie never wants to talk about anything but 1) her kid or 2) the Walking Dead. It was with a sense of desperation, then, that I started watching the Walking Dead.
We were recently debating the merits of its various characters. Who would we like to be teamed with, in the likely event of a zombie apocalypse? I proposed a schoolyard-style picking of teams. I knew whoever went first would choose Daryl, so I decided to do the phone equivalent of flipping a coin.
"Pick a number between one and ten," I said.
"I take Daryl," she replied. I glared at the phone. I glare at my phone a lot when I talk to her, as if it's the hardware that's annoying.
"Fine. I'll take Maggie."
"Already?"
"Yep."
"Okay," she said. "I'll take Michonne."
"That's a fine army you're assembling," I replied. "I'll take Sasha."
"Oh come on. You're just taking hot chicks."
"You really think they're hot? No, I'm taking based on fighting and interpersonal skills."
"Okay. Um, I take Carol," she said.
"Rosita," I replied.
"Oh come on!"
"You go fight the good fight. Someone's gotta repopulate the earth."
