A few weeks ago my speech therapist sister-in-law had an amusing encounter at work and was kind enough to send it through the electronic mail. Over to her:

I have had a good day - except of course for the penis incident! Bogans x 2 enter the therapy room - a Dad (with son in tow) and his mother - and I politely offer them a seat however dad (I think in effort to show me how in touch he was with the kids these days) elected to sit on a spare kids size chair. So I sit on my kiddie chair, as does the kid. So dad, in his ruggers has hitched his pants up in effort to get comfortable on the kiddie chair, so much so that his penis flops out one side of his shorts!! Dad unfortunately doesn’t realise this and continues to talk at length about his son while I sit there in direct line of sight to the penis! I fluctuate between feeling totally traumatised by this and wanting to burst out laughing. I had to excuse myself after a few minutes!

So we sat there for the next 40 minutes or so with dad and penis staring at me while I assessed his son.