I was in recovery for abdominal surgery, when a doctor came in and asked if she could take a look at my nethers, since there had been some white blood cells in my urine. I said sure, because by this point I've had everyone up in my business and have lost any kind of natural modesty.

Unfortunately, the cleaning man who came in to change the garbage hadn't. He turned bright red and fled like the hounds of hell were following him.