Sausages and Shots

I was opening up a can of Vienna sausages as a snack at work one day, when a coworker saw me and boisterously said, “Ha! My son calls those Hyena sausages. Always has.”

I had a laugh, then noted, “It would probably be healthier than the puckers, peckers, and beaks currently in the can.”

Then he laughed. 

However, a few days after that, I realized where his son got that particular trait from. 

The coworker got a small cut on his hand from some sheet metal and thought he may need to get a tetanus shot. 

He yelled, “Shit, I’ve got to go get a techno-shot.”

Again, I laughed, before saying, “I’ve never heard of a techno-shot, but I have taken some weird, mystery pills at a rave back in the day.”

He laughed once more.