Attribution: Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, noted that the keeper and Phyllis got their “shots” yesterday at the drug store where a friendly young man said he did about 50 every day and his future schedules were full.
As he waited, the keeper experienced a daytime dream of sorts: suddenly, sitting humped over in a chair next to him in the “shots” waiting area was a wrinkled old man with a scratchy voice who said “shots” are bad and cause such chronic constipation that he had not had a bowel movement since years ago when he found the dead bear in Central Park.
“Wow! You must really be full of …….” the keeper mumbled to the old man before he was stopped by Phyllis who said it was time for him and her to head for home with their punctured arms and their immunity from various maladies and a renewed resistance to stupid.
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