Give me the shot

Or the pill or the cup or the rub on lotion or….

Whatever your people in white garb come up with, we will stand in line and take it. It may be painful or taste bad, but everyone else is doing it, so give me the shot.

Medicine is the promise of feeling better with no guarantees. Haven’t you read any of that teeny tiny print on the side of the boxes? All sorts of bad things might happen to you as side affects because you and I and the girl behind me are all different.

Is this amount too strong or not enough? How will it affect red heads? What about blondes? Will blacks or Latinos or Asians react the same?

There are reports and studies and testing on control groups where some get the dose and others don’t. Let’s see what happens.

Once the ‘miracle cure’ is decided on, thousands of vials are produced in sanitary laboratories and shipped to clinics and hospitals across the country so the community can line up to get theirs.

Now we are invincible again.

What about the guy down the block? He didn’t get a shot? Maybe he still has it? Maybe he will give it to all of us again?

So we end the story as they light the torches.