So, I was experiencing some odd shortness of breath earlier this week, and I stopped at the local Instacare -- and actually got a likable doctor who appeared to be competent! (I've had a few highly questionable experiences with doctors at this place, and I could see the one doctor I really don't like lurking about in the background.)
Him (as he's running a stethoscope over my chest): So, you're a teacher, huh? What grade?
Me (smirking, because I know what will follow my answer): Junior high.
Him (pulling back and rolling his eyes): Oh! You are a SAINT!!
Note: it's always either sainthood or insanity applied to me when a stranger learns what age group I teach. Always.