Here's my story:
My first interview of the day went great! The guy was nice, he asked straightforward questions, and seemed interested in the whole process.
However, the second interview was completely different. He was a transplant surgeon (make of that what you will), and when I walked into his office he all but ignored me. He didn't get out of his chair to welcome me, didn't offer a handshake, and dind't even smile. He just pointed to the chair in front of him and told me to sit. He then asked the obligatory "why medicine?" question, but as soon as I started the answer he swivelled his chair around to the computer behind him and started typing on what appeared to be patient records. When I hesitated, he swivelled back around and told me to go ahead talking while he typed. I proceeded to talk to the back of his head. When I was done with a question he obviously couldn't see any facial expression relaying that fact, so there was a really long, awkward silence. After 10 seconds or so of silence he would turn that chair around, ask me another question, turn back around, and then start typing. I would then commence talking to the back of his head again. This continued for the first 5 questions or so, and took up at least 10 or 15 minutes.
After he finished typing whatever he was typing he left his computer alone and decided to face me. That's when the bizarre questions began. The first one to come was an offer to interpret what Anne Geddes was attempting to convey in the pictures of babies he had hung on his wall. After I stammered something out about innocence and complete reliance on parents he asked me about "relationship issues."
Dr.: Are you married?
Me: No
Dr.: Do you have a girlfriend?
Me: No
Dr.: Do you have a boyfriend? (I'm a male BTW)
Me: No
Dr.: Do you want a family?
Me: Yes
Dr.: Describe to me your ideal woman.
Me: Ummmmm.....uhhhhh......she needs to be funny, intelligent.....and.....uhhhhhhhh........uhhhhhhhh...........(I have no idea what else to say)
Dr.: No, no, I mean what does she look like? How tall is she? HOW BIG ARE HER BOOBS? (I kid you not!)
Me: (completely shell-shocked with a look of horror on my face at the thought of talking about bra sizes in a med school interview) Well......ummmmm.......uhhhhhh.......she.....well.........she just needs to be attractive to me............and.........well..........
Dr.: I see, just attractive to you, right? Doesn't really matter what other people think?
Me: Yeah! Exactly!
The rest of the interview was more normal than that, and after it was all over he was quite friendly and said he would recommend me to the admission committee. Obviously he was telling the truth since I'm an M2 now, but I have never been in a more awkward situation than the boob-size question. Also, come to find out, he asked the other interviewees about elicit drug use in addition to the boob question (so it wasn't just me). They didn't like that one either.