A number of years ago, back when I covered the hospital in addition to my out patient clinic, I was up before the butt crack of dawn seeing the ICU patients I had admitted on unassigned call after a particularly awful call night.
I wrapped up things in the unit (thankfully everyone had survived) and started down the hall to the radiology department to try to sweet talk the evil night radiologist into reviewing an abdominal CT scan with me.
About halfway there, I got the feeling that something odd was happening down by my left foot.
I kept going for a few more steps (truthfully my brain was still quite sleepy and was operating on autopilot) but eventually I glanced down. Nothing wrong that I could see. I gave the leg a little shake.
I went on for a few more steps but I could not shake the feeling that something odd was happening down around my feet. Finally, I looked down again and found a pair of my flesh colored pantyhose trailing about three feet behind me, snaking out from my pants leg.
Left overs from the laundry.
Damn static cling.
I looked up to find the night radiologist, an older fellow, standing dumbstruck in front of me. There was a cup of coffee from the cafeteria in his hand. Hurriedly I looked around to see who else had caught a glimpse of my skivvies. Otherwise, the hallway was empty. I quickly scooped up the offending item, wadded it up and threw it into my big red leather bag.
“Let’s pretend you didn’t see that, shall we?”
He nodded, still frozen in place.
I decided the CT scan could wait.
“Well. Carry on, then!” I smiled sweetly at him and headed to the elevators.
After that, I stopped wearing pantyhose.
Interestingly, the radiologist fellow stopped being such a crotchety old fool to me and we got on famously thereafter.
Sometimes people like to see you embarrass yourself. Is it that it makes you seem more human? More approachable? Does it give them the feeling of the upper hand because they have not been caught with their own pantyhose trailing from behind their own leg? Some people just need that, apparently. I wish it worked on everyone who was difficult to work with!