Last week I had my annual check-up, as I was bracing for the Pap part of it, my doctor — a grumpy Eastern European woman — held up the speculum and exclaimed, “My god, what do they think, I’m doing an exam on an elephant? I swear they just pick up the first one they see. Maybe if you’d had seven or eight kids or something. . . .”
Perfect! I would have fallen out of the stirrups laughing…