One of my colleagues was sitting next to her helpee, watching him squirm around on his seat in a fierce approximation of a rumba. She let this continue for a while but was finally forced to enquire, “What’s the matter with you?”
“My arse itches” was the not-unexpected reply.
“You need to get checked for worms, you should visit your doctor” replied my colleague, ever helpful.
Instantly a grubby paw was thrust into its owner’s pants and sent on a rummaging exploration of the offending area. It was withdrawn, inspected closely and the concept of worms was dismissed with a “Can’t see any”.
The same paw was then extended hopefully, “Can I borrow a pen?”
