Gyneacologist in disguise

Friday noon, rushing to the hospital cafeteria, to enjoy our half hour break for lunch. The hospital gives us the opportunity to eat very cheap warm meals, healthy and quite edible too. So I joined the long waiting line, as my other colleagues badged already, waving me goodbye with their lunchboxes in their hands. Dammit, why do I have to spend five minutes of my half hour, standing in a line waiting for food.
'Do hurry up and move forward', I said in my hoarse sexy voice and playfully pricked my finger into the waist of the man in front of me. He was wearing a sloppy jogging and was standing there, dreaming and leaving a gap in the waiting line.
'Oh, what's the rush', he said, 'Nothing you can do about it anyway'
So we started talking a bit, as to pass the time. He asked for which department I was working, and he told me he found neurosurgery also an interesting matter. Then he fumbled a little piece of paper out of his pocket, wrote something on it in illegible handwriting and stowed it away again. He was kind of strange looking, this fellow, I had never seen him before in the hospital. Maybe some guy that came to aid the technical department, or maybe some delivery boy or something. 'So what are you doing in the hospital ?', I asked him
'I'm a gynaecologist on training in the operating theatre', he told me.
I couldn't say a word at first, gave him another look, and said sarcastically : ' In a jogging suit ? '
He gave me a stealthy smile and unzipped the jacket of his jogging, making sure only I could see the green sexy operating suit underneath. 'I'm in disguise', he sneakily whispered in my ear...