Yes, it's an experience when you find yourself in a situation that requires dropping your undergarments for a perilously young female GP. I squeaked (literally) something about seeing a male doctor (yeah, yeah, I know I should have thought of that first, but I've never seen a female GP at the practice and as anyone who's ever tried to communicate with the type of Gorgon that staffs a GP surgery's reception knows, it's best not to try and communicate with them). Not one of my finer moments. My only saving grace was that I didn't try to crack a joke about it, because there are so, so many ways that could have gone wrong.
On the plus side, I just went to a see my wife perform some Sunday concert at a local church. I must have been the youngest person in the audience by a few decades.