The queue for a doctor's appointment is moving slowly, but it is growing rapidly.
A thin brunette turns out to be at the door — without looking at anyone, she opens the door to the office.
— Where to? — a fat lady flies in front of her. — Don't you see, there's a queue here!
— Disabled people without a queue, — the woman calmly answers.
The lady looks puzzled.
— Can I show you a certificate? — the brunette takes a document out of her bag. Her opponent's face expresses obvious disbelief. Then the woman unbuttons her boot and knocks on the calf. A sharp sound is heard.
— Should I remove the prosthesis? "What is it?" she asks. Having received no answer, he disappears behind the door.





