Today at the vaccine clinic, a newly-vaccinated gentleman asked me:
Why don’t anteaters get sick?
Because they’re full of anty bodies.
You’re all welcome.
I was volunteering in the clinic’s waiting area, where those who’ve already had their shots hang out for 15 minutes to be sure they aren’t having any severe reactions. (These reactions are extremely rare).
This meant my new friend and I had time to share quite a few more
bad awesome jokes before it was time for him to go.
Q: When does a joke become a dad joke?
A: When the punchline becomes apparent.
Q: Why was the scientist’s hair wet?
A: Because he had a brainstorm.
Q: What do they call Darth Vader when he’s nervous?
A: Panickin’ Skywalker.
Q: What do you call fake spaghetti?
A: An impasta.
Q: What did the mama buffalo say to the baby buffalo on the first day of kindergarten?
A: Bye, son.
Q: What did the Atlantic Ocean say to the Pacific Ocean?
A: Nothing. It just waved.
Q: What happened when the red boat crashed into the blue boat?
A: They were marooned.
All in all, a successful shift.
I’ve been volunteering at this clinic, in a non-medical role, since mid-February. During that time, I’d guesstimate that I played some small role—directing traffic, checking people in, verifying which vaccine they’re receiving, handing out information, telling bad jokes—in 1000 vaccinations, give or take.
So much has been beyond all our control this past year. But this is something concrete I can do, and I’m grateful to be able to do it.
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Hi Janni. Thanks for sharing this. I think it is *great* that you are volunteering at the clinic. But the, I always knew the world needed more people like you!
Thinking of you from far away,
Thinking of you, too. Glad you were able to get that first shot, and I hear you on the challenges of venturing out.
I have a fondness for dad jokes. Thank you for sharing these.
I got my first shot but due to supply issues have to wait a few more weeks for the second. But even the first offers a little protection. Been mostly at home and getting almost agoraphobic and I force myself out to keep my car in good running condition, once every couple weeks at most. And to maintain driving skills. We got sent home to work on March 18 and we’re still here. Turns out many of us prefer it most of the time.
Hugs and thinking of you.