A typical waiting room of a doctor's office.  Four women each dressed in an identical 
seersucker-hospital-gown are waiting for a mammogram.  The receptionist/nurse re-enters.

RECEPTIONIST/NURSE:     Excuse me.  (pause/apologetically)  We seem to be
                        experiencing some problems with our machine.

The women look up anxious over the delay.

RECEPTIONIST/NURSE:     (reassuring)  We should be up and running shortly.
                         But if any of you would like to reschedule…

BARBARA:   No thanks!  I’ve had this appointment for six months.  The only thing I              
           want to do is get it over with and go.

RECEPTIONIST/NURSE:     It shouldn’t be too long.

Receptionist/nurse exits.

Barbara looks at her magazine.  Claire looks down at her knitting.  Joan looks over 
at Anne.  Anne smiles.  Joan quietly volunteers…

JOAN:      Today is my birthday.

ANNE:      Happy Birthday!

JOAN:      They say do it on your birthday.  So you don’t forget.

BARBARA:   I couldn’t do it on my birthday.  My birthday is depressing enough!

ANNE:      I should do mine on Valentine’s Day so someone would remember to
           squeeze me!

Anne smiles at her own joke.  The others look at her quizzically.  There is an 
awkward pause until Joan volunteers …

JOAN:      This is my first time.

BARBARA:   (stunned)  You’re kidding.

JOAN:      (anxious)  They keep changing the rules.  First it was 35.  Then
           the age went up to 40 - 45 - 50.  Back down to 40 …?

ANNE:      (attempting to comfort Joan) What do they know?  Once a year.
           Every two years.  Who knows?  All I know … is they can never find enough
           of me to mammogram!  They have to push me up against the machine and prod
           me – There’s nothing here to squish.  It’s so annoying.  (she looks
           down at her flat chest and grimaces)  Auuuggghhh! It brings back every
           old high school insecurity I ever had, back when I used to stuff my bra so
           the boys would notice me!  Here I am, happily married with two kids and a
           dog and right now I feel just like a teenager – worried about my face 
           breaking out and my chest not!