Thomas and I were at breakfast yesterday. The breakfast buffet has in years become a bonding – catching up ritual for us. He happens to be my best-friend and of-late we haven’t been able to spend as much time together as we would’ve liked.
So, we are at breakfast and taking pictures, goofing around. He kept stealing from my plate and I rewarded him by bawling my lungs out over an emotional incident sometime between the breadbasket and the cheese and mushroom omelet. My mood improved steadily as I worked my way through the sausages and by the time I was mulling over a ‘Chateau Gateau’ I was positively beaming!
The incident begins with a lady breaking into our conversation
“Hi! I have the same kind of camera” She says from the other table
We smiled politely at her, she was in her late 50’s, salt and pepper hair and a restrained smile.
“It’s a good Camera” I nodded
“I can take pictures of you once I’m done with my coffee. Give me five minutes”
Before we could protest, she was cleaning her baked beans and baked potatoes with parsley in one swoop.
Thomas and I exchanged a look, shrugged and I went back to the cake and fruits.
“She’s just being sweet Thomas come on” With his smile confirming his agreement we handed over the camera.
For the next couple of minutes she scouted for a location and then, just when we sported our best smiles…
“You have to look at each other! Come on!”
We did, “Now that’s a sweet couple”
Our smiles froze to the likes of Chandler’s smile
She then proceeded to humiliate us, taking picture after picture… “Stand Here! Go there! You – Chin Up! I have Photoshop! I love photography!”
I could feel Thomas seething “I should knock her the fuck out” through the fake smile
When she had her fill of crouching, tip toeing, and half-squatting acrobatic stunts, she gave us back the camera and walked off.
There were 23 photographs. We were recognizable in 3.
Never judge the book by the way it runs it’s mouth! Hmph!
Here is the one that we were recognizable in: