He: Why the tetanus shot?
She: Long story.
He: What's the short of it?
She: I was running late -
He: again -
She: when I heard the train coming. And anyone who works on the waterfront knows that once that train begins,
He: it's never gonna end.
She: Uh huh! Especially when you're running late. So naturally, I book-it across the tracks...
He: More concerned about your 8 o'clock than your own life.
She: ...and my heel catches on a pothole. My new 4" stills nonetheless.
He: Tragic!
She: Yes. I then go flying.
He: Away from previously referenced train?
She: Yes - thank heavens.
He: Amen!
She: But in the process of falling I lose a shoe (sad day too - those shoes were ca-ute!). Of course, with the help of my good friend A. Drenaline, I'm on my feet in no time, and hobbling away from the almost-upon-me train as fast as my one-bare/one-heel-clad feet can take me.
He: Yikes.
She: Yeah - but at least I cleared the train.
He: And this results in a tetanus shot how?
She: While running my foot lands
He: The foot sans shoe?
She: Yes, the foot sans shoes lands on a rusty nail, and that sucker goes all the way through.
He: Ouchy.
She: Yeah, and I can't quite recall my last T-shot, so Doc "highly recommends" a just-in-case poke.
He: Really?
She: No. I think my nurse just wanted to stick a needle in my arm. I'm not always pleasant you know.
He: That goes without saying. Did it hurt?
She: It does now.
He: Good. At least the shoes are OK.She: Nope. I really did catch them on a pot hole - while dodging trains - scuffed the entire left side, and broke a heel.
He: Boo!
She: Agreed.
He: Should we get lunch?
