Read this quickly before it gets deleted or shunted off into Over 18s or something.
The antidote to nosey receptionists
An old man walked into the busy waiting room at the G P's surgery and asked the receptionist if he could see the doctor.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"Why do you want to know?" said the old man.
"I have to be able to tell the doctor," she said.
"OK," said the old man. "There's something wrong with my d**k."
"You can't say that," shrieked the horrified receptionist. "You should have said something less - rude - in front of all these people. Now go away and come back when you can be a bit better behaved."
The old man went outside. Five minutes later he came back and, once more, confronted the receptionist. "Well?" she said. "What's the problem?"
"There's something wrong with my ear," said the old man.
The receptionist smirked, triumphantly. "And what's the matter with your ear?" she asked.
"I can't pee out of it."
