“Um, Doc, I can’t do that.” A look of horror crossed her face.
“You are here for your physical, right?” I checked the schedule again to make sure I was not hallucinating. Then, I double checked her preventive care, just in case. She was indeed due.
“Well. I wasn’t expecting to have to do… that.”
“Technically, I can’t force you to do anything. It IS your body, after all.” I shrugged, trying to use my body language to convey that I was not trying to pressure her.
“It’s just,” she leaned forward and whispered, “I didn’t shave my legs.”
“Look, I haven’t shaved my legs in ages, either, so you have nothing to worry about.” I lifted a pants leg to show off a bit of scruffy ankle. “See? No judgement here!”
We both laughed.
She got her PAP done.