"Oops?! What exactly you mean by Oops!?" I ask, as the needle is withdrawn from my arm, and the blood begins to drip from my now-forming wound.
"Well..." the nurse says, as I turn away from the long line of my students who are watching their brave teacher get a flu shot before them. "I think that's going to leave a bruise."
A bruise. A lump. A puncture wound. An incapacitated left arm.
I deflated the nurse's tires as I left the parking lot. I feel much better.