Pressure was building up inside thanks to me 'holding in' my true thoughts for a few weeks, things such as:
Have you thought of having that wart removed?
Is that hair colour intentional?
How can you stand to walk barefoot in the mall, don't your feet feel dirty and germy all the time?
I love dogs, I'm not sure however that your pet is one, have you had a DNA test, it might be a large rat.
No you don't smell bad, you're fresh as a daisy
So, you get the picture. After a few weeks of this, I usually end up blurting something out before I even know I've thought it. So when the last surgeon asked me if I had any questions about my surgery.... I asked "Have you ever killed anyone?" we both sat there in stunned silence, though I realised later he didn't exactly answer the question. He didn't say 'no, never, don't worry about that, I'm the best!'. Silence is not always golden, and this would have been a great time for white lie if necessary.
I'm pretty sure when my new surgeon asks me if I have any questions I'm going to begin to howl with laughter, since that is what happens every time I remember this last occasion. I'm then going to have to explain why I'm laughing...