My shrink once told me of a "classic", a "once-in-a-career" incident. A woman came in telling him that there were babies in her poop. He thought, "Okay, babies in the poop, so she's psychotic"... As if that wasn't enough, she then took out a bottle containing a stool sample! She proceeded to show him the babies in it. What was worse: the bottle was cracked, and he came "this" (he held up his thumb and forefinger which were close together) "close to vomiting". He said, "Alright, put that away, I know what you mean by babies in the s**t."
I myself am in second place in his hall of fame, for washing my Celexa when the bottle came open in my bag and makeup powder got spilled on it! 