It only takes one
I am really awesome at having these random, disposable cameras lying around for years. When I finally get around to developing them, I discover all sorts of treasures. Like today.
I went to the Wally and utilized its one-hour photo service. (That always makes me a bit nervous. If it normally takes them two days to turn around a roll of film…does that mean we’re sacrificing some major quality to have it done in 1/48th of the time?) But I got them back in my hands, and I’m totally one of those people that rips open the package in the middle of the aisle and then proceeds to stand there, laugh and look like a complete idiot.
So I got that little escapade out of the way - discovering that the pictures were indeed spread out over the last three years and having a few good jolly laughs.
But my amazing awesomeness doesn’t end there. While on the way to work, I got bored and decided to look at my pictures again…while I was driving. I pulled up to the stoplight and was flipping through them when I looked up and realized I was stopped all by myself in the middle of a four-lane highway.
Yes…I looked awesome. And the bad part? I can’t even hide. I’m probably the only one in this state with Iowa plates so whenever I do a bad parking job (which happens frequently - I have little patience for parking) or when I cut across lanes of traffic or when I do any number of really stupid things - the whole state of Iowa and every single soul in it is cursed and blasphemed straight to the dark side and back.
You’re welcome.
