Why I had to drop my pants down

Yesterday, I had to have a procedure done that involved dropping my pants , taking deep breaths, then laying still.

I am taken from the waiting room by this young guy. Mid twenties at least.

He takes me to a cold, semi dark room and tells me to lay down on the table.

He then puts a sheet over my lower body and tells me to pull my pants down to above my knees.

I'm a little nervous about this whole thing so it doesn't amuse me at all.

I then have to take a deep breath, let it out, deep breath and hold it. Lie still.

This is done twice.

When It's all finished, the young man comes back to my side and says "We're done now. You can pull your pants back on."

By this time, I'm feeling relieved about the whole thing and look at him. He didn't realize how it sounded, but I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I burst out laughing.

He of course looked at me strange.

The whole thing was just funny to me at that time. Dropping my pants down, taking deep breaths, laying still, and then being told we're done.

And all of this just for a CAT scan.

For those of you that didn't know I was having this done, bet y'all thought it was something else.