Carol Interrupts

"This is ridiculous. Who does this...," the doctor mumbled to herself as she rushed to the door, only to be interrupted by Carol bursting through the door without warning.

"I was told to help you with the final part of the exam," Carol informed the doctor, not bothering to mention how she knew it was time for the final part or why she would be able to help. The answers to those were "she had been watching through the blinds, waiting for this moment" and "because she had designed this final part herself, including creating all the absurd little diagrams that were confusing the doctor", but of course, the doctor didn't need to know those things.

Cutting off the doctor before she was able to ask any questions, Carol began the patter she had practiced earlier, "I spoke to the insurance company about the mix-up, and they felt that the low resolution of Debbi's posture photos combined with the irregularities on her medical report might indicate that she was attempting to hide some pre-existing condition. So, they send over specific instructions for the replacements, from required resolution of the camera and lighting, to much more restrictive specifics on the required poses. Look, they even want close-ups on specific joints during these poses. We just need you to approve that the photos match your examination, and we can send them in." Carol ended her spiel with a pleasant smile and a confidence that the doctor would buy it.

"Look, I've never even heard of these poses and the idea of posture photos have been out of vogue for half a century. It's fine if you want to waste your time, but I'm not waiting around for this. These will take hours. Just send copies of the photos to my office and I will approve the ones that match these requirements." The doctor marched out of the room, leaving Debbi standing with her blouse (which she was still too dazed to identify) between her legs covered in medical lubricant and her own natural variety, as she stood still taking in the information that she would now be posing for more of those posture photographs for hours.

Carol wasted no time in grabbing Debbi's hand and leading her from the room, "Oh, look dear, you've gotten your blouse dirty. Don't worry, I'll have that cleaned while we complete the photos. Don't dawdle, we have to take advantage of the light."