J-- pulled me aside Monday morning when I got to work. “Really?” he said. “A bathhouse?”

     Instinctively, I raised my hand for a high-five.

     It was not reciprocated.

     “Are you kidding?” he said. “Those places are disgusting.”

     “Not my proudest moment,” I admitted. “How did you know?”

     “The story went around like the flu.”

     My heart and stomach sank. “So people know why I was out on Friday?”

     “Well, yeah,” J-- said, “to get a tetanus shot.”

     “Tetanus shot?” My jaw joined my heart and stomach on the fl...

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