I have told this story elsewhere, but a couple months ago when I bought my Mabis red bag enema syringe, I had the following experience:
I called ahead to this medical supply store near the local hospital to see if they had a bag enema. I was told no, wrongly, as I would come to find out, but the manager on the phone they had a disposable can and hose enema for four dollars. I thought sure, for that price I'll buy two and maybe they can be reused once or twice.
I went in and immediately saw a very annoying younger woman that I work with (actually, she just got fired and I'm moving on from that job next week, so worked with, I guess) getting an oxygen cylinder recharged (presumably for a parent or relative). I think she's gay and anyways, I was a little attracted to her at the time, but she turned out to be lazy, unhelpful and rude. She later caused a lot of trouble for me and the other cooks during a catering event that was already a bad night, so I came to dislike her immensely after this point. At any rate, I realized I would be buying the enema in front of her. This was kind of thrilling and just a little nerve-wracking. I had literally seen her earlier the same day at work.
I was called up to one of the counters and suddenly realized that the clerk who was going to check me out was a woman that I'd worked with years ago when I was in college, whom I had been very attracted to and had had very perverse dreams about. I wasn't into enemas at the time but I did have dreams and half-conscious fantasies about her spanking me, back when we'd worked together at a vet's office. We recognized each other and briefly caught up (there was no one behind me in line) and then I asked her about the enema equipment. She mistakenly brought out not the disposable can enema but a box containing the Mabis kit. I was thrilled to see it, and told her that it wasn't what I had meant, but that I would buy that instead.
She asked me if there was a patient with a prescription for which the enema might be covered by insurance or whether it was for “personal use” and when I said it was the latter she said something like “ah, nice” without a hint of perversity, as if for her it was completely normal. I guess she must be forty, so it may be that she grew up getting enemas, I don't know.
A very hot experience for me all around. I know this probably sounds like the kind of fantasy people on here make up but I swear to god, it was just a Thursday night at a shabby medical supply joint behind the liquor store in the hospital district of my town. Went to play D&D at a friend's house afterwards. Very good day, even if I was on day shift at the restaurant with some real assholes at the time.