I’m Not Anti-Vax. I’m Anti-THIS-Vax!

I was disappointed the vaccinations were not IN the United Center. You can read my four star review of the Gate 6 Mens Restroom on Yelp.

I was disappointed the vaccinations were not IN the United Center. You can read my four star review of the Gate 6 Mens Restroom on Yelp.

by Joe Janes

 

 

YELP REVIEW: COVID-19 Vaccination

United Center, Chicago, IL

Pfizer & Pfizer

ONE out of FIVE Stars

 

The lowest rating Yelp allows in one star. I would give my experience ½ a star if I could! Same as my reviews of the city water fountain on the lake path near Montrose, the tree in my yard, and Yelp itself. 

Look. I believe in science, but only to a limit. I was very excited when I discovered my neighborhood was a high-risk area for COVID which pushed my zip code ahead of the line to receive the vaccine. My appointment was at 11:30am and, yes, I showed up a half hour early and, no, they didn’t make me wait. I was in and out of there in less than half an hour. A less than half an hour that I will never get back!

Here are my complaints –

-       No Snacks! Anywhere. Not even mints as you leave. This is just rude. I just did something for my country and I don’t even get a cookie or a small bag of chips? Juice? Major fail, Uncle Sam. When I gave blood one time at work several years or so ago – BLOOD, mind you – I was given as many snacks as I could wolf down in 15 minutes. The Red Cross cared that I gave them my life’s second most precious fluid. What exactly are my tax dollars being wasted on? Welfare? School lunch programs?

-       BORING uniforms! Ugh. No imagination. It was like a grade school Halloween party where you can either be a fake doctor or play soldier. All tricks. No treats. Seriously, everyone was either in scrubs or camouflage. Camouflage? Really? What are they trying to hide? 

-      Scam! The person who gave me my shot was one of their cos-play soldiers. I played along. “Aye-aye, Derek!” I rolled my sleeve up to my sweater vest and turned my head. The shot was quick and painless which makes me wonder if “GI Derek” even gave me a shot. I asked to speak to a manager and was rudely told I needed to move along. I’m consulting with my lawyer about this. (BTW – Bring your own fashionable bandage. This “flesh” tone one looks like a hideous age spot upon my porcelain pores.)

-      Smiling!  It also bothered me that Derek kept smiling. Sure, he had a mask on, but his eyes had a big toothy grin. People are dying from COVID-19. Is it too much to ask for a man in uniform to take a deadly virus seriously?

-      More Boringness!  I didn’t have to wait to get in and get my shot, but I sure did have to wait before leaving. Big tent, spread out chairs, no music, no television, no magazines, no folk singers. Joe Biden can’t afford to put up a TV with Fox News on it? Really? They don’t want the outside world to be coughing the truth on you in the vaccine tent.

-       NO SNACKS! When you wait, they have a person assigned to you. They approach you as soon as you sit down. This person – Sasha, her name probably was – said hello and then refused to take my order for a light appetizer and hot water with lemon. Nothing.

- Not smiling! Would it hurt Sasha to smile? Her mask creases never moved. Needless to say, I did not tip Sasha. 

-       No consent! The final insult? They automatically signed me up for a second appointment. Um, excuse me? Ever heard of consensual vaccinations? This is America and why I cry.

Were there side effects? Hell, yes, there were side effects! I immediately became cranky and have been sore ever since. There was also some diarrhea after I ate some hot wings at a bar across the street afterwards (Three out of Five stars). I’ll go back for my second shot if the government apologizes for the horrid treatment and promises me a reasonable amount of snacks. And juice. 

Numbers on the tables yet they do not take reservations. This is chaos!

Numbers on the tables yet they do not take reservations. This is chaos!

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