I have, on at least 2 occasions now, answered a question in such a way that my psychiatrist was shocked. You would think that would be a difficult thing to do, but no.

About 2 months ago:
Dr.: You’ll be working in Gainesville? And what will you be doing there?
Watergirl: Designing a wastewater plant.

Tuesday:
Dr.: When you’re back in town, do you do much socially?
Watergirl: Definitely. I went out to dinner with friends Friday night, had a pizza/movie night with another friend on Saturday, and tonight I’m going to play pub trivia.
Dr.: Any dating prospects?

Apparently he did not expect that question to be answered with peals of laughter.