The Tetanus Shot
It began like any other quiet morning—tea steaming on the table, the wall clock ticking in its usual lazy rhythm, and the old couple moving through their familiar routine.
But something was different about him today. He had a spark in his eyes that didn’t belong to a man in his eighties. He hummed a tune he hadn’t hummed since their honeymoon and kept sneaking glances at the clock, as if waiting for a secret appointment.
His wife noticed, of course. After sixty years together, she could read him like a well-worn book.
Finally, he stood up, brushed invisible dust off his trousers, and slipped on his coat.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“To the doctor,” he replied casually.
She narrowed her eyes. “Feeling sick?”
“No, no,” he said, chest puffed out just a little. “I’m going to ask about those new Via4ra pills.”
She didn’t say a word. She simply stood up—slowly, deliberately—and began putting on her sweater. The old man watched her in confusion.
“And where are you going?” he asked.
“Same place,” she said.
He frowned. “You’re going to the doctor too? Why?”
Her expression was perfectly serious when she replied:
“If you’re planning to use that old, rusty thing again, I’d better get a tetanus shot first.”
For a moment, he just stared—then he burst into laughter so loud it rattled the photo frames. She tried to stay stern, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her, curling into a smile.
⭐ Conclusion
In the end, the doctor’s office didn’t just hand out prescriptions—it revived their old rhythm, the teasing, the playfulness, the spark they thought they’d left behind with their youth.
Even after a lifetime together, they still managed to surprise each other in the most unexpected ways. And sometimes, all it takes to reignite that spark is a mischievous plan… and a well-timed tetanus shot.