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.
All I can say about this incident: Ouch.