After explaining to a client the process of a skin scraping to check for mites (“I scrape the skin gently with a scalpel blade until there is a small amount of bleeding”), having to then explain that the blood dripping down her dog’s leg is not the norm for a skin scraping and does not belong to her dog. In fact, it is actually MINE because I was stupid enough to jab my finger with said scalpel.
Going to the gym this morning and getting all excited that someone put the fan on. THE FAN! Cool breezes! WOOOHOO! Then getting disgusted and nearly vomiting because the breeze brings along with its gentle coolness, the combination of everyone’s malodorous stench, deodorant and strong perfume. Getting home for a shower to figure out the smell was from MY t-shirt. Eww.
