Weirded out
"I finally built up the courage to get the opinion of my doctor on that bloody weird, mystery rash on me bum. I stood up in front of my doc turned around and pulled my pants down.
But mate... he got proper flustered. Face turned as red as a fresh beetroot, totally lost his cool, couldn't even look me in the eye."
"Really! That’s bloody terrible service, mate—unprofessional as! What did the Doc actually say?"
"Well, first he dropped his fork, spilled his pint of Speight's all over the placemat, and shouted, 'For God’s sake, John, bugger off back to your own table and put your trousers on so me and the missus can finish our pub feed in peace!'"
But mate... he got proper flustered. Face turned as red as a fresh beetroot, totally lost his cool, couldn't even look me in the eye."
"Really! That’s bloody terrible service, mate—unprofessional as! What did the Doc actually say?"
"Well, first he dropped his fork, spilled his pint of Speight's all over the placemat, and shouted, 'For God’s sake, John, bugger off back to your own table and put your trousers on so me and the missus can finish our pub feed in peace!'"
