When I was in high school, I was pretty quiet around people who weren’t my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach was my geometry teacher. This caused a lot of wrestlers skipping class and interrupting our class to hang out and avoid trouble. One day, seven wrestlers burst in excitedly talking about new wrestling uniforms, and how excited they were. When they went over to get the uniforms, the whole class began to eye them suspiciously. Even without what I mention next, the suits look funny. I mean, it’s tight royal blue Spandex with a suspender style top. Already quite amusing. But the wrestlers took the uniforms and hurried out to change in the bathroom, and come back to model them. Which, is also hysterical because Spandex shows everything; you could see everything. Anyway, we live in a town called Ocean City. It’s usually shortened as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it says Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they chose the abbreviation. On the back, it says OC MEN. Which isn’t awful, but then I pronounce it in my mind. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I almost spit out the water I was drinking. I looked around in a panic, trying to figure out who to tell, because I didn’t have any friends to tell in this class. I looked at the girl sitting next to me, and I had no idea who she was and had never talked to her before. I shared my discovery with her and we both cracked up. The whole time she thought of me as the quiet teacher’s pet who was very reserved. The first words out of my mouth were “It says oh semen.” We’ve been best friends for the past seven years.