Okay heres my first 'pass' story.... kinda... but its cute.
I was 12, in hospital with a broken thigh. I refused to let anyone cut my hair since I arrived. The doctors had set my leg wrong and so where going to break it again and have another crack at it.
As I was going under, this big jolly nurse said to me with the warnest smile 'oh, what a delightfuly pretty girl.'
Before I could point out the mistake, I was under.
I never forgot it, and the memory always made me stupidly happy. I told it as a joke for years.
I cannot wait to start passing again.