The Siren

Every Monday the siren sounds at 12:00PM. At that exact time, I am usually on my way to the car for lunch. In that moment, there is nothing more impending, nothing quite as imminent as the fear that the sound of that siren makes. As I fumble for my keys, I get this distinct, crippling feeling that one of two things is about to happen: either a commencing nuclear strike or a shambling zombie outbreak. Regardless of the event, both make me walk just a little bit faster.