The Boob Store

This morning I took a friend of mine to her plastic surgeon to have some
stitches removed on our way to work. She had a lift and an augmentation
last year but apparently she needed a touch up.

We walk into the office building, a building I have driven past many times but
never noticed what it was. Entering the waiting area, I notice the very
large watercolors of nude women. The paintings showcase their breasts of
course.

Then I look to the left of the room and I see a front torso sculpture of a woman,
nipples and all, made of black metal mesh hanging from the wall. I am
looking at in in horror, not because it's of the female form, but because it
looks so tacky.

My friend notices my expression and jokes, "It's art."

"You'd think they have them be a little bigger considering their
business."

"It's the before shot," she says. "The other one's in
back." She smiles.

A few minutes later a man and woman walk in. They sign in and sit.
Then the woman proceeds to stare at us. My friend is half way facing me so
she doesn't see it. I look up and the other woman looks away. We continue our
conversation and she is staring again. Now, I realize this lady is
probably just checking out my friend's merchandise, you know a little compare
and contrast, but rude is rude so I start
glaring at her blankly until she turns away.

They call my friend to the back and I read the paper. I then notice a set
of four photo albums on the coffee table. I assume they must be before and
after shots or maybe just random shots of chests like when you go to the
hairstylist and they have magazines and trade books to help you decide on a
style.

Once the waiting room is clear (It seems this process is a couples friendly
activity, but try getting your husband to go with you for your pap smear and see
what his reaction is.), I pick up one of the albums and open it, flush with the
thought I am doing something I'm not supposed to. The album is instead,
filled with thank you cards and notes. Pages and pages of appreciation to
the doctor who "changed" their lives.

It just seemed kind of empty, sad and shallow.