Where it happened: in a photo studio
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
I made my first and only from-scratch pie, even going so far as picking the apples from my grandpa’s orchard! Yep, made the picnic to take to the outing. Loved One had some class reunion pix and wedding photos to develop and print for a photographer he was helping out that summer. Well, pie was good. Pix took a LOOOOOONG time to process, and then they had to dry. Lots of “downtime,” and yes, the pun was intended. Loved One pulls out stacks of drapes and furs and soft items used for the glamour shots, and right there on the studio floor, there we go. Romantic, you might say? Not so. I was SOOOO scared that I–well, might we say that lubrication was a problem? Loved One being the tenacious young farm boy he was (is?) knew that it seemed to work for the livestock, so he just kept trying…and trying…until we both were in such pain that it seemed wise to preserve the relationship by calling a halt to the endeavor. We picked up the photos and drove the 25 miles home, arriving about 2 am. My family? Livid, demanding an explanation of my LATE arrival. Well, what does one say? I overemphasized to them the number of photos needed to finish the job (well, ONE job got finished) and convince two very gullible parental units. The next time? Loved One has done some checking and discovered lubricated condoms. Thank God! Frankly, it still hurt. The BIG hurt was that, occupied in what WE were “developing, he didn’t get all the weddings developed and thus didn’t discover that five weddings from the last scheduled that summer, there was a lense problem. In all, six weddings were totally ruined. One doesn’t just reschedule a wedding because the photographer was too BUSY to notice the destructive flaw. All in all, the manual procedure in the parked car might have been a better conclusion.
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