1. My uncontrollable “awwkkwwaaard” smile as my female gynecologist feels up my chest for a breast exam. So… you have any pets?
2. Naked child mannequins on display. With zero contact with kids in my world, I become horribly anxious around nude children. I have had only one babysitting experience in which the 3 year old decided to take all her clothes off and try sticking forks in the electrical outlets. My, “WHY ARE YOU NAKED??” trauma has never escaped me. I’m still not sure what the rules are about adults and child nudity, but these naked child mannequins also make me feel like blurting my innocence just for being in the vicinity. For the Love of God just put some clothes on…
3. Hiding behind my front door from the persistent freckle-faced boy scout ringing my door bell and finally conceding to his request with epic bed head and my “not for public” booty shorts. You asked for it kid.