Back in the '60s one member of our bridge team of four spilled boiling hot coffee on---yup, his private parts while driving and was taken to our hospital. The following day our three remaining players visited him in the hospital. The bedding was arranged so that it didn't land on what was still a very painfull portion of hiss anatomy. As we visited, there was a knock on the door and a very pretty young nurse came. She looked at our wounded warrior and said, "Sorry to interrupt but I was on your surgical team yesterday and I just wanted to see what you looked like.