We had a photo session tonight for our new church directory, and it occurred at the end of a horrendously long day near the end of a stupidly sleepless week. I had hoped to get home to get a face transplant beforehand, but we went right from work to the church. They were running about 20 – 30 minutes late, and while that wasn’t so bad, I was STARVING and needed to get this over with.
We sat while the photographer moved our arms, legs and heads like little lumps of clay. Apparently there is something grossly wrong with my chin because she kept saying, “Move your chin over. Chin back. Back some more.” Sheesh.
Anyway, the way this thing works is that after the photos you wait to meet with the salesperson who offers you a FREE 8 x 10 and then tries to sucker you into buying some sort of package. When the photographer asked us to sit down, Lloyd said, “Yeah, we’re not going to stay for that part.” So, we left for dinner and they get to pick the photo that goes in the directory. I hope they pick the one with my huge, errant chin.
(*Like Dine & Dash – get it?)