Wasn't nearly so bad except for the fact that he grabbed my favourite stethoscope from my bag, held it over the toilet and said "So help me god, if you so much as hum it again, I'll flush....I'm not kidding, Jen....I'll do it..." (he's got some strange thing where if you sing anything catchy, it's stuck in his head all day. To torture him, we walk in singing "Happy Birthday" or "Itsy Bity Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini" or something...drives him nuts) I managed to stay silent, but only just.