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tedwhite
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One day last week I was in my favorite sidewalk cafe, sitting at a table with eight friends - the usual morning kafeklatch - when a group of tourists at the next table asked one of us (not me) if she would take a picture of them with their camera.
Immediately all my friends pointed at me and said, "He's a professional photographer."
The tourists handed me their camera. It was the worst piece of crap point-and-shoot film camera I'd ever seen. I don't recall being able to find a name on it. Because they didn't look poor, in fact rather well-heeled, I was tempted to hand it back and say, "Surely you can do better than this."
But I'm a meek, mild-mannered sort of guy, so I said nothing and took their picture(s). Not without difficulty, as it was a supreme challenge to see anything through the viewfinder.
I believe, truly, that they would have been better off with one of those single-use cameras.
Immediately all my friends pointed at me and said, "He's a professional photographer."
The tourists handed me their camera. It was the worst piece of crap point-and-shoot film camera I'd ever seen. I don't recall being able to find a name on it. Because they didn't look poor, in fact rather well-heeled, I was tempted to hand it back and say, "Surely you can do better than this."
But I'm a meek, mild-mannered sort of guy, so I said nothing and took their picture(s). Not without difficulty, as it was a supreme challenge to see anything through the viewfinder.
I believe, truly, that they would have been better off with one of those single-use cameras.