This thread reminded me of a story from 14 years ago. The orthopedic surgeon in town was talking about how, almost 20 years prior to that, everyone would take a turn working in this tiny, rural ED. One night, this orthopedist said, a man came in with his foreskin stuck in his zipper. This doctor had the triage information, and walked in (and this is verbatim - and it IS his name) and said, "Good evening, sir, I'm Dr. Dick - how can I help you?", and the anguished man says, "Man, this is no time for jokes!"