We held a vaccination clinic at the Senior Center this evening. Towards the end a gentleman came through the door, walking with that careful, high-stepping gait one often sees in very elderly people. He leaned on his cane and peered at our sign. I greeted him.
"Sir, are you here for the H1N1 clinic?"
"SIR, ARE YOU HERE FOR THE H1N1 CLINIC?"
"No, I'm here for the square dancing class."