Tonight I'm indulging in some online episodes of Teen Mom on MTV.ca; a gripping epic of women who said "YOLO!" and lived to tell the tale.
On to my story:
A few days ago I was back in school (I KNOW, SCHOOL IN AUGUST) and was running through some refreshers in the lab to get ready for my hospital practicum. There are simulation mannequins set up all over the lab, and for those who have never dealt with these things: They're pretty damn high tech dolls, blinking, pulses, breathing, veins and arteries to take blood from, the works.
I'm walking past one of them and keep noticing that it's shorts are laying in a way that makes it look like it has a boner.
NOW CALL ME A PERFECTIONIST, but I figured I'd just nip this problem in the bud and get rid of the fabric tent that was happening so has to not have the mannequin look so suggestive.
I grab the seam of the mannequin's shorts and give it a lil' tug, A COMPLETELY NON SEXUAL TUG ON THE FABRIC and realize,
oh my word,
There is a dick in there.
AND I GUESS that makes sense, right? For nurses to practice catheters and whatnot on this thing? But in all my dealings with this simulation dolls they have all had Ken Doll-like anatomy, a non-threatening uniform looking nub.
So naturally I'm surprised.
I go "OH!" and quickly turn around but its too late, one of my instructors has noticed my reaction.
He laughs, comes up to me and says "So are the rumours true?"
Wait, what rumours?
Oh, I forgot to mention this mannequin is black.
IS THAT EVEN STUDENT/INSTRUCTOR APPROPRIATE CONVERSATION?
"So are the rumours true" he asks...
"UH I DON'T KNOW!!" I yell-talk. I'm probably blushing at this point. Thankfully no one mentions that I'm blushing because that puts my blushing into turbo mode!!!
I try to get back to what I was working on previously, and to encourage me my instructor tells me to try to keep my mind on my studies and not be distracted.
"I'M NOT EVEN DISTRACTED AT ALL."
Did I just reach 3rd base with a mannequin? I was just trying to fix his clothes!
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