We have all done it. You’re on vacation. You want someone to take your picture. You scout out the crowd, looking for that person who looks kind enough to stop what they are doing for a second to take your picture. You hand them the camera and instantly know, you’ve picked the wrong person.
It reminds me of the time I was standing in front of the leaning tower of Pizza with my two sisters in Italy. We asked a young Chinese guy to take our picture. We were goofing off, leaning to the side like the tower as he took the picture and laughing. When he was done, we decided to make small talk and asked what the Chinese characters on his tee-shirt said. He laughed with embarrassment and read, “Stay away from me, I don’t want to talk to you.”
The worst is when you’ve picked the wrong person but your stuck going through the drill because you can’t just fire a volunteer. This happened to us on our cruise and we were patient while this well-meaning lady first learned where to look through the view finder and then where to push the button. We’ve all been there, smiles starting to freeze, waiting patiently, knowing this one is going in the trash.
Picture one: “Oh, oh, I’m so sorry, I might have cut off your heads.”
Picture two: “I’m not sure if I got you this time.”
Picture three: We grab the camera before she can adjust her bifocals to see the result, exclaiming, “This one is great! Thank you SO much! Just perfect!”
