I have a funny story to tell you about meeting one of my new neighbours in the underground parkade. I just moved into a condo. My grandson, Jaren age 11, helped me move the last of the little stuff yesterday. When we were in the underground garage, I gave Jaren my ring of keys to open the door to the elevator at the other end of the parkade and I told him; "You better hurry or the "Zombie" is going to get ya". So Jaren ran to the door, desperately trying to get in before the "Zombie" got him. So I was walking across the packade pretending to be a "Zombie" saying "Brains, I want brains", when I noticed a lady watching me (She didn't see Jaren at the time). I tried to explain to her, I just moved in and was playing a game with my grandson. I said, "He's over there, trying to get in the entrance door to get away from the Zombie". Well, by the time we looked for Jaren at the entrance door, he was already gone up the elevator. She had once of those "OK, right" kind of looks. My problem was, that I was a bit overmedicated, so I couldn't act normal, even if I tried. I'm sure she was thinking; Is he really normal only acting like he's a "Zombie" or is he really a "Zombie" trying to act like he's normal. Well there goes the neighbourhood. I haven't seen her since.

Enjoy life always,
Max

Max,
That is one of the best things I have ever read.
Bob Dawson