Unfortunately, I had the flu; and I was in need of an antibiotic and some other diverse things. This was a possible hazard, because the pharmacist sometimes gave into whimsy in order to amuse himself while being consulted or if he got impatient. There was a long line, and I patiently waited my turn.
It was at first easy; he understood that my problem was a need for an antibiotic, and he offered me these to be taken as suppositories (this is a common mode of delivering medicine in France.)
I demurred; and asked for it to be delivered orally. He got on his tall horse and said, "Does not your lover satisfy you in that fashion?"
I felt a blush coming on; fair skin hides embarassment very poorly. And there were many people waiting in line to see him who got this cheap entertainment.
I went, "No Monsieur. I want the medicine in that way."
So he said, "No! No! No! You are spoiled model. I have them this way, and only this way."
And he came out in the aisle, bent over, and demonstrated to all the people in line how to properly place a suppository!
I took my medicine and ran out of that place!