When I was in high school, I was pretty quiet with people who weren't my friends. The high school’s wrestling coach also taught geometry. This led to a lot of wrestlers cutting class and coming into our classroom to hang out and stay out of trouble. One day, seven wrestlers come in yelling about new wrestling uniforms, and how thrilled they were. When they go over and pull out the uniforms, the whole class is kind of side eyeing them. Even without what I say next, the suits look funny. I mean, it’s skin-tight royal blue Spandex with a suspender-like top. Absolutely funny already. But the wrestlers snatched the uniforms and hurried out to change in the bathroom, and come back to model them. Which, is equally hilarious because Spandex shows everything; you could see all of their junk. Anyway, we live in a town called Ocean City. It’s usually shortened as “OC”. On the back of the Spandex uniform, it reads Ocean City Men in large letters. Except… they used the abbreviation. On the back, it reads OC MEN. Which isn’t too bad, but then I say it in my head. OC MEN. Oh—semen. I was close to spitting out my drink. I looked around in a panic, trying to see who I could tell, because I didn’t have any friends to tell in this class. I turn to the girl next to me, and I had no idea who she was and had never talked to her before. I whispered to her what I noticed and we both cracked up. The whole time she saw me as the quiet teacher’s pet who was shy as hell. The first words out of my mouth were “It says oh semen.” We’ve been best friends for seven years now.