This is an old sailor’s tale, but true. While serving in the U.S. Navy in the ‘50’s, my ship made lots of ports of call in Asia. One of those was Hong Kong, B.C. (it was a British Colony back then). Our last night in port, my buddy and I were out partying and it was nearing time for us to get back onboard our ship. We decided to get sex one last time in Hong Kong. We hailed a pimp who led us down several back alleys, where he directed one of us to a place on one side of the street and the other one to a place on the opposite side of the street. When deeds were done, we met up back in the alley and headed back to the ship. The following day while out at sea, I discovered I had I good dose of the “crabs.” I made it to sick call and they gave me some powder that got rid of the “critters.” That was the one and only time in all the partying I did in my four year hitch that I suffered any ill effects of my young irresponsible behavior. However, on the other side of the coin, my good buddy suffered from contracting a good dose of “the clap.” Man, was I lucky I only got the crabs; it could have been the other way around, but for my good luck.