When they first put it on me, I was like, ok., haha, funny guys, thanks.
But then they left it on ALL morning! Can you imagine? It was so embarrassing, especially when the patients saw me.
Later on they sought to appease me with a Mackaral cake.
It smelled good, but I was still really peeved.
Finally they realized (they can be a little slow sometimes) that I would not eat my cake until the atrocity they had put on me was removed.
It was pretty yummy, but I had to get back to work, so I only ate a little bit and went back to it. I told them take the rest past the swinging door to the adoption side so they could have some cake, too, I heard they really like it.
So yeah, some good came from it, but be grateful you didn't have to suffer public humiliation.