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To Kaiser we went this morning to get some blood tests and our regular flu shots.Long line for flu shots, about half the length of the 3rd floor in the Fabiola Building. When I finally got to the sticking stage, the shooter asked me my birthdate: six-ten-forty four, I said.
And she burst into song:
In 1944/My mother went to war/She lost her girdle/And shot a turtle/And then the war was done
I laughed long and hard, though not so robustly they had to call security. The shooter said she learned the song from her mother when the shooter was a little girl. The shooter said she figured the song meant more than it said if you know what I mean?
Yeah. Like the Da Vinci Code, I said.
When E. and I left, the flu line had swollen and doubled back on itself. E. said this was a result of anxiety and confusion. Even those who do not follow the news closely and who live by word-of-mouth had picked up that there was a sort of flu thing going on. They had (metaphorically) gotten in line because there was a line. E. hoped that those who really also need the Genuine Swine Flu shot will come back and get that, too.
I'm wit' you, I said, bantering as furiously as Nick Charles to Nora.
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