"Can my wife take photos?" I asked the surgeon?
"Where would you like me to stand" he replied followed by a photogenic grin.
"..er,.. a photo of the vasectomy" I clarified. There was a momentary pause.
"Sure" the surgeon replied, trying not to look incredulous.
"You must get quite a few people asking to take photos?" I said expectantly.
"No... you're the first person to ask. Drop your trousers and underwear, and get onto the table".
Our surgeon was quite accommodating as far as taking photos was concerned. It was like having a film crew in his surgery.
He suggested the best place for my wife to stand, and became quite nonchalant.
"There's not much to see" the surgeon said.
"So we won't be needing the wide-angled lens then?" I said teasingly.
