Earlier this week, The Civee stood in line for a few hours to get vaccinated against the Swine Flu. Being pregnant, she fits in the main target group. I got a regular flu shot earlier this year and I see no need, for the Swine Flu shot especially considering that by the time the baby arrives, flu season will have passed. Yet she keeps trying to convince me to get the other shot. Although she hasn’t tried since we had this exchange:
The Civee: I’m so glad I got that shot. Now I feel invincible.
Me: Well, I’m glad you got it. You only had to wait, what, two hours?
The Civee: It doesn’t mater. You should get it too.
Me: I’m thirty-two-years old. The only thing I’m waiting in line for that long is to meet Mr. T.
And I’ll be standing in line next to you.
You forget that I once drove Mr. T to a McDonald’s in East Toledo.
Consider that road trip for a moment.