In my first full time dental hygiene job, the office was located in a Publix strip plaza. Often times I would do my grocery shopping but this particular day was especially beautiful for Florida. It was a spring day with low humidity and those don't come by too often. So, I thought I would enjoy being outside a little and had my lunch sitting outside the back door on the cement slab.
After lunch, I immediately brought back my patient and started going through the usual questions. Right then I started to feel a burning sensation near the "nether region" if you know what I mean. It kept getting worse and I was trying to be professional but it wasn't working out. I excused myself and ran into the bathroom, yanked my pants down, and sure enough, there were ants in my pants. Quite a few actually. I succeeded in killing them but not after they had a serious feast on my flesh. I casually strolled back into my operatory and the lady asked me what happened. I tried to say I had ants in my pants as non-nonchalantly as possible and she busted out laughing! She thanked me for making her day :o) What can I say, I'm a full service dental hygienist--comic relief and all!