Liz squeezed Jon's hand. "Don't worry. It'll be over in a second. Like that." She snapped her fingers.

Jon stood on his tiptoes, peering over the heads of the people in front of him. "Yeah. Good." An old woman wearing a green sweater with big yellow buttons rolled up her sleeve to reveal a tattooed arm that was anything but scrawny as she sat down in a rickety child-sized chair. He rubbed his arm, wincing as the nurse swabbed and then jabbed a needle into the woman's upper arm, before putting a band aid on it. She got up and waddled out the door.

"Besides," Liz continued, looking up at Jon's glazed over brown eyes. "It'll save you a lot of trouble this winter. Getting sick, buying flu medicine, missing dates…" She leaned into him.

Jon grabbed her by the waist, shoving her in front of his body. "Good idea. You first." He pushed her forward and she stumbled over the chair leg, catching herself on the table.

"Oof! Jon! I already got my flu shot a week ago." She grabbed him and switched positions, plunking him down on the chair. "Now sit."

The nurse turned to them, a fresh needle in her hand. "Roll up your sleeve."

"Sure, just as soon as I pay you…" Jon reached into his pocket for his wallet and opened it, pulling out a $10 bill.

"It's a free clinic, sir." The nurse frowned. "Quit stalling and roll up your sleeve."

Jon did as he was asked and squeezed his eyes shut. "Ow!"

"'Ow'what? I haven't touched you." The nurse wiped his arm with alcohol and jabbed Jon with the needle. "All done." She stuck a smiley face Band-aid on his arm. "For being a good little boy," she drawled unenthusiastically.

Jon bounced out of the chair and ran out of the room, Liz following behind at a slower pace. "All done," she muttered.

They had gotten halfway to his car in the parking lot when Jon snapped his fingers. "Oops! Forgot my wallet. I'll be right back." He jogged back through the door. Liz frowned, tapping her foot against the pavement.

Five minutes later, he returned rubbing his other arm.

"Heh heh…" he blushed. "I got caught up in the line and, uh, well..."

Liz facepalmed. "Let's go out for pizza." She took him by the hand and they continued to the car. The car horn honked loudly as they approached. A furry orange paw was pressed against it. "Even Garfield's in a hurry."

"Sounds good." Jon reached into his pocket for the keys, but it came out empty. He patted both pockets. "Oh, no. I must've forgotten them inside." He raised one finger. "Back in a minute!" he shouted.

Three minutes later, they were finally headed down the freeway.

"Jon, stop it." Liz stuck her head out the window, looking at the rearview mirror. "You're going to get us pulled over." Garfield sat in the backseat, grinning.

Jon said nothing. Just continued to drive standing up, a miserable look on his face.