Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Good, the Bad, and the Clueless

Yesterday I went to the doctor's. I hate shots. I had to get one. Actually, I had to get three.

It didn't hurt too much this time. But that's not the whole story.

Today, I was in class, talking to my teacher about the shots (which I had also told friends.) I told her my arms were still sore, so they hurt a bit. My teacher made a joke, fake clapping me on the shoulder (where I got the shots,) saying we'd all go like that and say congratulations.

In walks a friend, who only hears the last part. He walks up to me and goes, "Congratulations," while clapping my shoulder.

For real.

All I can say about this incident: Ouch.

1 comment:

  1. The only thing funnier than picturing the scene was reading about it. Nana