As part of his hush-hush job as a courier for a top-secret security organization, Hugh Bradley routinely hand carried sensitive medical specimens to a research lab to be tested for the virus suspected of causing zombieism. In sympathy with his bosses, who wanted to prevent a public panic, Hugh took his confidentiality oath very seriously.
On one occasion only Hugh took his work home with him very briefly because he badly needed a shower and a change of clothes.
“What’s with the bag?” his jealous girlfriend Katherine asked him. Because he kept such odd hours, she’d suspected for quite some time that he might be having an affair.
Hugh was an accomplished liar and, based on past experience watching so-called reality television programs with her, he thought Kat was credulous enough to believe just about anything he told her.
“I’ve joined a bowling league,” he said, setting the spherical bag down next to the door.
As soon as his back was turned, Kat opened the zipper just far enough to reach in with her hand. She pulled it back out almost immediately and closed the zipper. Her boyfriend was none the wiser.
After Hugh left, Kat waited five minutes and then drove herself to the hospital.
When the emergency room doctor bent over to examine her injury, Kat started salivating as she looked at the top of his head.
“What happened to your finger?” the doctor asked.
“My boyfriend’s bowling ball bit me,” Kat said.
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