We stood in line for more than an hour, with Noah alternately hollering in my arms and running away as fast as his little legs could carry him.
Sam wandered, playing with the belt from my jean jacket and trying to make friends with the unsociable kids in front of and behind us.
It was hot, it was cramped and it was hugely unfair that other people came and went within 10 minutes because their last names didn't start with any letter between F and L.
But in the end, Sam was vaccinated against swine flu.
Well, halfway vaccinated. She has to get a second shot in a month. At the same place. Probably with the same divisions of last names, meaning I'll be in line for a long time again because I chose to marry a Gulli.
I've gotta say, though, once we were inside, it all went smoothly. And all the folks who were involved were wonderfully patient and calm -- an amazing feat considering they were all volunteers.
Anyway, we're part of the way to safety. I'm celebrating it as a small victory.
