Inoculated

Wally didn’t see the intersection – or the pedestrian – until it was too late. There was a resounding thump. Wally’s car spun three more times and wrapped itself around a tree.

There was a rap on the window. Wally peered through the shattered glass.

“You okay?” said the brown-haired pedestrian. His clothes were torn to shreds from his impact with the asphalt.

“How’d you survive?” asked Wally.

The man shrugged. “I keep my vaccines up to date. Every five years. What about you?”

Wally chuckled. “Oh, I’m fine. I had a wreck when I was a kid. Can’t get it twice.”