I've been in a kind of WTF mood lately. You know, if you don't like it, deal with it.
So I had an appointment with my urologist to check on my enlarged prostate. I had to schedule the appointment 2 months in advance, and was told that if I voided early, they would have to re-schedule the test.
I needed to drink a lot of water and come in with a full bladder for my 3 PM appointment
I knew I would have to do a flow test (pee into a special bowl) to measure volume and flow rate, and then have an ultrasound to assess fluid remaining in my bladder.
I wore a pair of full cut panties in a dark purple. My cover story was that I it was my reminder not to void before getting to the doctor's office, since it was pretty hard to go standing up.
So, I did the flow test in private, and went into the exam room for the ultrasound of the bladder. I expected to be able to drop trou and panties at the same time, but noooooo. He said drop your pants and keep your underwear on. Oh oh. But WTF. I did it. He comes over with his ultrasound wand, and of course he sees my panties. WTF. But the waist on the panties is too high, so he asks me to pull the waist band down. He doesn't call them undershorts, panties, or anything. Just pull your waist band down. He does the ultrasound, and tells me to get dressed. No prob. And I didn't even offer up my cover story.
Then leaving, the receptionist engages me in some small talk about the length of my nails, which were about 1/4 inch past the pink. Her consensus. She can't grow her nails long, but most girls would kill to have nails like mine.