LOL Lola...Today let me share...my overactive imagination got me in an embarrassing spot. I went to a chiropractor. So I had to put on a paper gown that had huge armholes and stand up and put my arms together like I was praying to Mecca. Then prior open my mouth so they could xray the back of my throat. Then point my toes and make a pigeon look. Well I started to hear the "chicken dance..bwacka bwacka bwacka bok" going through my head and I started to laugh. But as I laughed, I doubled over almost snorting...This made my paper dress rip and my bumm fly out...It was too damn funny. The ever so handsome gentledoc...did not get it at all, but found himself laughing too about the time my bumm fell out of my paper jammas and the snorting was trying to be stifled. It was funny.
Sparkplug------- I had to really laugh when I read this, 'cause I have my own chiropractor-bum story....
Mine was a regular gown that closes in the back, and he would have me lie face down on the table so he could do deep tissue massage with oil. We were yacking away in a steady stream about the technical medical stuff [I tend to ask a lot of questions], and he would stop massaging once in a while to demonstrate which muscles or tendons, or whatever, he was referring to during the discussion.
But--open-back gowns being what they are, and careful though he really seemed to be--the right side of the gown wound up falling down past the table...exposing the whole right side of my body.
I just kept right on yacking as I 'nonchalantly' tucked the gown back into place, figuring ignoring the mishap was the best way to handle it. [He's a doctor, right--he sees this stuff all day long...right?]
I'm pretty sure he was affected, though, since he had been working so hard to prevent that up to this point --and as it turns out, a black thong is all I was wearing.
I seriously did not think of this ahead of time, folks--and even if I had thought about wearing something different for the doctor's office...still...it's the only kind of underwear I have! [--It just gets less modest from there, lol! But at least I had on the cotton kind...!]
Anyway, this happened on a couple of appointments. On the first one--as soon as the half-hour was up--he left the room in a hurry...with a little bit of a high squeak in his voice. On the second appointment, it happened again, despite both of us being careful. On the third appointment, he took a little stronger measure toward prevention: He took the material of the gown and tucked it under, so the backside of my underwear would hold it into place.
I said, "There you go!" and that became the procedure from that day forward. Problem solved!