The Manda Laments the Breakdown of Western Culture... Again

I had to stop by CVS today to buy deodorant, because I ran out this morning and today was not a day you wanted to be without deodorant in New England. The mugginess came back with the vengeance of a woman scorned, and, despite efforts to scrape the last little bits of the remaining stick onto my underarms, that made me the woman stinky.

So there I was, standing in the longest line imaginable with the slowest clerk ever and I glance over at the photo station, where negatives are being processed through the machine and made into prints. There's a computer monitor on top of the machine so the technician can see the prints as they're being produced. They were pictures of a woman standing against a wall, and I thought I saw what I thought I saw, but I couldn't be sure until the next set of photos popped on screen. And that set of photos belonged in a medical textbook, that's all I'm sayin'.

In the era of digital photography, who exactly is sending their naked photos to CVS for processing?