"Oh man, I totally remember this! My younger cousin had inhaled a small piece of eraser and she was wailing one day. But we didn't know what she had inhaled. My Aunt took her to the hospital. My cousin loved the flowers at the hospital's park and it was probably the only time when she was distracted enough to not cry. So, my Aunt carefully seated her on a bench and told me to keep an eye on her while she would go and check on the Doctor. I noticed that my cousin was fidgeting. After carefully inspecting, I saw that the bench was freshly painted and she was stuck to the bench like a gum. Despite everyone's effort, my cousin just couldn't get up. I had scolded the authorities for not indicating that the bench was freshly painted. Now, the Doctor was a very busy man! Despite being haughty, he was a great pediatric. He had told us to come in after 5 minutes. But my cousin was badly stuck. So, the only option left was to cut the dress (because we were in a hurry and nobody was giving me any oil/lubricant). After all the howling and wailing, we finally reached, but my cousin was barely dressed! It was hell embarrassing. I was so ashamed that I decided to wait outside. As far as my Aunt is concerned, she couldn't even look the doctor in the eye. The Doctor must have had a hearty laugh as well!" (Source).
"It is very common for me, as a triathlete, to have regular visits to an applied kinesiologist during the high season of the training year. The AK, who is a chiropractor also trained in nutrition, muscle testing and structure, always works wonders for whatever little injuries come up during my training --- or over-training as is sometimes the case. Over the years, I've been to his office dozens of times. Each time, I hop up on the table, a few muscle tests, adjustments, conversations about diet and workouts, and then I leave happy and relieved. But for some reason, this one and only time ever, the doctor needed to give me a deep tissue massage at the upper part of my hamstrings that apparently were not as easily accessible beneath my jeans. So, he --- again, for the very first and only time ever --- asked me to take off my jeans so he could get to it. He could tell by the awkward grin on my face that something must be wrong. The long pause between us was painful before I said these words: "Doc, listen, I am going to take off my jeans, but I need to explain something to you. I swear, I never ever wear these particular underwear that I am currently wearing, unless I get really behind in my laundry. Well, today was the day. I just don't want you to judge me too harshly." He started laughing a little and said, "Hey, I don't care. I'm not concerned about your underwear." So, there I was pulling down my jeans, at I think I was around 40 or 41 years old at the time, wearing my brand new Incredible Hulk Briefs --- they were like Under-roos, that I had gotten as a gag gift years ago. He started laughing so hard, he said, because it was nowhere as bad as he feared" (Source).
"It wasn't me, but my daughter, and it still makes me laugh today! My daughter was about 13, when she got a bad sty on one of her eyes, so off we went to the doctor. About this same time, she had just gotten some fun color (but hideous) yellow fingernail polish. I told her I didn't like the color, it looked like jaundice. So while we were sitting with the nurse to schedule a date to have the sty taken care of, I mentioned to my daughter, yet again, that I didn't like the yellow polish. She said, 'I know, because it looks like I have gonorrhea!' the scheduler about fell out of her chair laughing while I tried to tell my daughter I said jaundice, not gonorrhea. Then they asked about the date of her last menstrual cycle. She answered by saying it was hard to tell because her periods were so EROTIC. By this time, the scheduler totally lost it, she was laughing so hard, a nurse was standing outside the room laughing. I was mortified. They had to wonder what kind of people we were. I told her the word was erratic, not erotic. So she says, 'Erratic, erotic, what's the difference?' I waited until we left the office before she could get us in anymore predicaments" (Source).
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