It’s just another day in the hood for the aging. I go to Publix or I go to a doctor or a support service. Well there are other things, but not many outside the home, especially where we live.
So, they try to relax you with aquariums that have no fish.
Then, into the chamber with weird tools, ones not in your workshop.
A cute woman, trained to operate the camera and pose the subject, asks your name and date of birth and then a few stupid questions to make sure if you know why you are having this XRAY done. Stand here. Turn. Deep breath. Bang and it’s over. Another photog at work.
Then you get to leave, passing what impersonates for art and has no relationship to why you are there.
