Related somewhat to yesterdays post.
I attended to a young lady with a slightly unusual and complicated complaint. She sat in my ambulance wearing a top with a plunging neckline – not a problem, I always do my best to look people in the eye and not at the level of the breasts.
I was getting the medical history and asked her if she was fasting.
'No', she told me fishing around in her cleavage and pulling out a cross, 'didn't you see I was a Christian?'.
'Erm', I blushed, 'I try not to stare down there…'