I dropped off four rolls of film today at Walgreen’s. While I was waiting for someone to notice that a customer had arrived, an older crazy-looking lady with headphones on cruised right on up to the counter, completely oblivious to the line she was cutting. Of course, that’s when one of the Walgreen’s staff showed up.
“I want my pictures,” she said.
“Okay, ma’am. Last name?”
“I want my pictures!” she said again.
“Huh?” she asked, pulling one of her headphones off her ear.
The clerk bent down to the A bin and fished out her roll. He read a label on the film packet and looked up. “It’s blank,” he said.
“Huh?” she asked.
He reached into the packet and pulled out the curled up film strip—with no negatives on it. The translucent brown unfurled and bounced its way to the ground. “The roll was empty.” He explained.
“Well I don’t want to pay for that!” she demanded.
“You don’t have to pay for it,” he said calmly.
“I’m not paying for that!” she said again, and stormed off.
He stuffed the empty film pack into the packet and tossed it in the trash.
Anyway—now it’s picture time. Most of these are out of focus. However, I would like to point out that it is nearly impossible to capture a dog running at the speed of a cheetah in low light without a little bit of blur. Just sayin’. Behold the Do Rag (aka Calla) at Kelly Point Park in Portland: