Doctor: Everything checks out fine Deb. You’re in great shape for your age.
Me: For your age? Eh, thanks doc. Anything else or can I hobble out of here on my walker.
Doctor: Hah, you’re funny! Nope, you’re good to go. Hey Deb would you like a Shingles shot?
Me: HELL YEAH, doing Shingles shots in the doctor’s office . . . how cool is this!
Nurse: Grabs my left arm and stabs me with a 2-inch needle, then slaps a Scooby Doo band aid on me.
Me: Ouch, I thought a Shingles shot was a new designer drink. Stupid Chicken Pox!