Verbosity is one of my worst traits, so I'll try to keep it short. This morning I entered the exam room to do what I always do: Take the vitals and pose the requisite questions for a new patient so the PA can perform a routine annual exam. I entered to find my male neighbor (my age, three houses down) in his poker-themed boxers (hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs) and black socks. Sorry, but black socks and boxers always remind me of one of those zany 1940's comedies where some hapless fool ends up on a building ledge in Times Square in his underwear at high noon, running from some monsters. He apparently rejected the the yellow paper gown offered by our MA, minutes earlier, as male patients often do. I left long enough for him to don he gown. He's known for 11 years that I'm a nurse but had no idea where.
He became flustered and reached for his shirt like a guy diving for the winning Powerball ticket, in order to cover himself. I made light of the whole thing but he was quite flustered by it all. Not pissed, just very embarrassed.
Bottom line is this: My husband and I, along with two other couples, have a scheduled night at the movies on Saturday night (in two days). One of the couples is the aforementioned neighbor and his wife. Seriously, do I say anything (not publicly, but privately to him)? Let it be? Not say anything unless he brings it up?
With ISIS running amok, the deficit, and the price of ground beef, this is a non-issue, but if there's something I can do to smooth it over, I'll try.
Again, sorry post is so long.