A Shot And A Beer
So my son Gainer was helping me snag a vaccine appointment and I told him I only wanted the Pfizer. When he rolled his eyes and asked why, I explained to the mook that my mom’s brother Joe Flynn used to be Vice President of Pfizer. The poor bastard is long gone, but I still put my trust in Uncle Joe. Gainer thought I was nuts but he came through and booked me a spot for the Pfizer jab at the CVS in Agawam. Agawam? What the Christ?
Round one was on a Friday night at six. My son Joe picked me up and drove me to the site. The Joe Flynn Pfizer shot went so smooth, I thought it called for a pint of Guinness as a chaser. Leave it to a coupla Holyoke bums to find a great Irish pub in Agawam. Murphy’s wasn’t far from the CVS, so we decided to roll in. It’s a cool place. Good people, nice atmosphere.
Right off the bat I ordered a Guinness. We split some Irish nachos and I had a whiz-bang great Reuben sandwich. That was that. No side effects.
Shot number two was set for a Sunday a few weeks later. Same deal. Same CVS. Same high-top table for me and Joe at Murphy’s Pub. This time, I had two pints of Guinness to celebrate shot number two. At Joe’s suggestion, we swapped out the Irish nachos for some damn good fried pickles. Then I had another killer Reuben and topped it off with a mambo brownie sundae for good measure. Ai yi yi, Charlie! Damn good.
So my advice as a spin doctor is to get a shot and a beer. Just like an ironworker. As far as side effects, I had none. But I did have a few sound effects like singing and hootin’ and hollerin’. That’s it. Keep your dukes up.