Had my boobs smashed to hell for the yearly exam today.
As the tech chick Jackie intently manipulated my breast on the mangler and pressed down with extreme force, she asked "Are you related to Emily?"
I had to laugh because my boob in her hand was not the usual small talk segue way.
"And you ask . . .because? Are we so similar?"
She realized the awkwardness and became embarrassed, which just made me laugh more, all while being jammed into a tighter vice grip.
(Jackie eventually told me that she noted my last name on my file so it wasn't the mere sight of my boob that reminded her of Emily. And yes, Emily is my cousin.)