We were waiting on the ground floor of the Infirmary for the lift: a consultant, a visitor wearing a tee-shirt and myself.
She started up a conversation with the the young man, commentating on his attire. On the T, it read “When I grow up, I want to be a Vet . “Ah”, says, Dr. M, ” Are you at veterinary school at the moment?”
Before he could answer, the elevator arrived and all three of us got in.
It was only then that she saw what the full logo was: “When I grow up, I want to be a Vet”……. and in smaller letters, “because I love studying pussies”
We hadn’t reached the first floor, before my medical colleague sternly said, “YOU are disgusting! GET OUT!” which the poor fellow did when we reached the first floor, even although he wanted off at the third!
Nobody messed with the wondererful Dr M.