Bad timing

This summer, i am taking a Primary Health Care class with PBT to prepare for health care issues on the field. I am the youngest and only unmarried woman in the class. One day, we split up guys and girls to talk about examining ourselves for cancer in our sensitive areas. The teachers had these little silicone replicas of breasts and testicles that had lumps in them so you could practice the exam. We started off talking about self-exams, but all things being equal, about half way through, we swapped parts and talked about the other gender's exam techniques (I guess so we are well informed). The guys were taking a really long time with their little fake booby and so all the wives were making jokes about it. It was lunch and I had left my shoes in the room where the guys were at, so finally Laura Brollier peeked in and told me I should go ahead because they were almost done. i went in and tried to ignore the fact that five grown men were poking around on a little fake boob. I grabbed my stuff and was almost out safely when Sue Alice, the teacher (an older nurse) instructs the men, "So you can be really helpful to your wives, men. While you are making love..." I didn't wait around to hear any more but bolted for the door. I would have been fine if the door hadn't been partially blocked by a couple of tables. I slammed my hip into one, hooked my foot on another and then slammed into the partition as I hurtled into the other room. Laura had heard all that had transpired and was doubled over in laughter, "Bad timing!" I'll say. I laughed so hard I nearly peed myself!