I know that I sometimes weird people out with my sense of humour. It's rare that the boot ends up on the other foot.
It was at the doctor's surgery, where I turned up bright, fresh and starving first thing in the morning for a fasting blood test. Not a thing had touched my lips for 12 hours, and the weird factor was high.
After prodding around at my left arm, the nurse declared that she couldn't find a vein (not for the first time, either), and would move to the right.
"That's because it's my robot arm," I said, apropos of a quick laugh.
"Like Luke Skywalker?" she asked, "Lose it in a light sabre accident? I see that a lot."
I agreed that bizarre light sabre accidents were An Actual Thing in Fleet as I ignored the fact that she was removing a quantity of blood from my body.
"And have you brought a urine sample?"
"Why yes," I replied, "Although I cut out the middle man. That's just lager."
"I'll look forward to drinking it later."