Story Time
I’m at my favorite coffe place in Dade County.
I’m approached by two people.
“Excuse me, do you mind taking a picture of us?”
I’ve got time today. Just drinking coffee and sending some work-related emails.
“Sure.”
Of course, it’s 2012. No one owns a camera anymore. Luckily, I’m an expert on handling an iPhone.
I handle it like a pro. Tap the screen to focus, then re-focus to make sure the light is right. I want the picture to be clear and bright… That is, I don’t want to have to take the picture again.
“One…”
Lady, quit moving… You’re messing up the focus.
“Two…”
This isn’t a fashion shoot, ya nut! I’m using your iPhone!
“Three!”
Blurry. Dark. Pitiful.
“Let’s try again,” I say.
“One…”
STAY STILL!!
“Two…”
You’ve got to be kidding me. Tyra called and cut you from the competition.
“Three!”
Blurry. Dark. Pitiful.
“Uh…,” I say, “It came out dark again.”
“Here, use my phone,” the other subject says.
“Good luck,” I say, albeit inaudibly.
Another five minutes, and they have the picture they wanted. A couple of lessons:
1) Being a diva is absolutely ridiculous. Your pretense impresses no one.
2) I discovered there is a time limit between lending a hand and being someone’s private photographer. I much prefer the former over the latter.
3) Camera phones have come a long way, no doubt. I can’t help but believe there is still a long way to go, however.
