When you get to have a mammogram, here is a jovial little game to play.
First, after the incredibly swift reception, when you are ushered to the ”spa-like” room while you wait for twenty minutes, make eye contact. Perhaps have jovial conversations, as all of the magazines have been removed in the past three years from waiting rooms, thus, keeping you in the dark on Hollywood’s machinations.
When the technician announces you from the farthest-most point in the area, stand up loudly and state, ”I won!”
If you don’t get smiles, at least you know you’ll be the conversation at dinner for somebody.