I had surgery under general anaesthetic today, from a surgeon I’ve only briefly met in his consulting rooms. In the last few moments before I went under, my conversation with the surgeon was like this:
Surgeon: So you’re a police officer, right?
Me: No, I work for a bank.
Surgeon: Oh right, but I know your in-laws, right?
My last thought before going under was, “Wait, am I in the right place? What is this guy going to do to me?”
Thankfully when I woke up it was all okay, and I have a lovely new pair of boobs.