I drop my film off on Wednesday. It's the shots of a weekend trip with two friends when we did all the normal things stupid friends do. I come back the next day and she is working. I go up and she grins madly at me and pulls out my pictures. As I am counting out the money to pay for them, she says 'Isn't Carytown wonderful?' I freeze. Carytown is where I spent the weekend. I look up at her in horror. I know that film processors see the pictures and at first I thought 'Maybe there was a picture in there of a sign?' but there isn't. Then she goes into detail about some of the pictures. Here follows the conversation.
WW: Wacky Lady
Me: Yes, Carytown was great. How much was that?
WW: $17.67. I just don't get out there often, but you girls seemed to have fun. *takes money, slowly counts it as she yaps* Who was the little Chinese girl? She's so pretty! Especially that old hat she had on. (we took pictures of trying on clothes in a thrift shop)
Me: Er, that was Kim. She's Korean.
WW: *laugh* Can never keep those straight. But I don't think you girls are old enough to be smoking.
Me: *desperately wanting my change* Well, you know how it is.
WW: Your mother wouldn't approve. *laugh*
Me: Nope. Sure wouldn't.
WW: Well, I'm glad you girls had fun. Here you go, $2.33.
Me: Thanks, bye.
What the hell. She went THROUGH my bloody pictures. The only shot of any smoking is one Kim and I took of each other and Erin is sitting on the hood of the car in the background. You can BARELY see her. I was so pissed off I was shaking.