Then there was the ‘short arms’ inspection where we stood shoulder-to-shoulder, naked, with our chins pointed over our right shoulders, being unable to see anything to the left, the direction from which the ‘doc’ was coming. It was one of those things where you are told to cough while he checks for, I dunno, maybe testicular cancer.
So I heard a series of coughs and footsteps as he approached, then there was kind of a scuffling sound. I couldn’t turn and look, but I heard the doc say, “I hope you’re enjoying this, son, because I’m certainly not.”
Ahh yes the bendoverancough. We remember it well don’t we...
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~W