…to get flu shots.
Her family came down with the flu. She got a midnight phone call from two floors below. Tony, sleeping in the basement, woke up sick, couldn’t get out of bed, and needed help cleaning up. That was quite the adventure, and Becky told the story well, making it tragic and funny at the same time. It finally ended with a middle of the night rug shampoo. That was bad enough, but Becky, having gathered momentum, proceed to tell an even worse story, about how Brian woke up sick in the middle of the night and it was so awful the dog, having been woken up out of a sound sleep, took one look at the floor next to Brian and threw up all over the bed. Another long night.
Entertaining as Becky’s stories were, they were all the incentive we needed to go out and get our flu shots the next morning.
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