This morning I went to the doctor's office for my yearly woman's exam. Like most of you out there, I'm not a fan.
As I was laying in wait on the crinkly paper, with naught but a scant paper vest, I began to think of my options to get out of the upcoming event. My best thought was taken from the iconic Leeloo from the Fifth Element. I could jump down from the table and run out the door in the buff, make it to my car, or wait for Bruce Willis to find me and get me the heck out of there.
Then I realized that I wouldn't be looking as good as Miss Jovovich as I ran my white butt through the hallways. I also realized that I wouldn't have any cool music as I ran, so they whole thing would be less than epic and more on the comical side.
So, I went through the exam and now I'm glad I have 364 days to prepare myself for the next time it happens.