I popped into the local supermarket for some milk yesterday evening. In the queue there was a man behind me who looked vaguely familiar. He said hello to me and dd then started asking how I was - normal polite conversation. I told him I was OK omitting to mention vomiting bug I'd just suffered TMI and he said quietly so no one else could hear
"oh good and how are your breasts?"
I stammered err fine thank you and got out of there with children as quickly as possible looking over my shoulder as I went.
Only half way home did I realise it was the GP who'd treated me for mastitis a couple of weeks ago 