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LJ tells me there's a global zombie uprising, but I didn't notice any living dead today, except for myself at the office this morning; and even my mother-in-law seems to be doing better, health-wise. However I was attacked on the way home by the annual uprising of overenthusiastic industrial lawn sprinklers. Had to run the gauntlet, and for a while a managed a good frogger-style timed stopping and starting to dodge the streams of water as they spun, but eventually my timing went off and my blouse got soaked. I think that might be a movie trope as well, but luckily the zombie frat boys were in the downtown core, so nobody hooted at me and I soon dried off in the heat.
