Showing posts with label photo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo. Show all posts
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Ruined Photo
Don't you hate it when you take a great photo and then it is ruined by one person in the background?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Irection Cab- I could ride this all day long!
The "d" is so hard to read that this does look like an "irection" cab.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
You take picture?
During lunch at our local Asian Buffet, we noticed a curious dish labeled “Marinated Steak.” Foods with the word steak in them have to be good. As a matter of fact, this dish is SO good that the management took the time to write, “For Customer Only” on the label. This dish is SO delicious that the employees are banned from eating it!
I thought I would take a photo of the sign to share with you. I borrowed Heather’s cell camera because mine sucks Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls. I walked up to take the photo and the only folks at the buffet were three people that work there. Two were loading up plates (but not with Marinated Steak!) and one was cleaning. I did not want to take the photo with anyone watching so I pretended like I was going back for fifths without a plate and a phone in my hand. The old man filling his plate seemed to be looking at me so I stuffed the phone in my pocket and checked out the desert trough. When I thought he was gone, I pulled out the unfamiliar camera, fumbled with it for a second and took this outrageously horrible shot.
I went back to the table, sat down and gave Heather back her camera.
“Excuse me sir?”
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“For my website.”
“What?”
“For my WEBSITE.” (When someone doesn’t understand you, speak louder.)
“What??”
I translated, “For my REB-SRITE.”
“Oh, you have brog?”
{AUTHOR’S NOTE – I just made that few lines up. Let me continue back where I started lying.}
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“I think that sign that says “For Customer Only” is funny. I can erase the photo if you want.”
“No. It’s OK. He just want to know why you take picture.”
She left. We paid. We left.
My co-workers said they would kill me if we all got banned. No Marinated Steak for you!
I thought I would take a photo of the sign to share with you. I borrowed Heather’s cell camera because mine sucks Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls. I walked up to take the photo and the only folks at the buffet were three people that work there. Two were loading up plates (but not with Marinated Steak!) and one was cleaning. I did not want to take the photo with anyone watching so I pretended like I was going back for fifths without a plate and a phone in my hand. The old man filling his plate seemed to be looking at me so I stuffed the phone in my pocket and checked out the desert trough. When I thought he was gone, I pulled out the unfamiliar camera, fumbled with it for a second and took this outrageously horrible shot.
I went back to the table, sat down and gave Heather back her camera.
“Excuse me sir?”
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“For my website.”
“What?”
“For my WEBSITE.” (When someone doesn’t understand you, speak louder.)
“What??”
I translated, “For my REB-SRITE.”
“Oh, you have brog?”
{AUTHOR’S NOTE – I just made that few lines up. Let me continue back where I started lying.}
It was the Hostess. “Excuse me sir, my boss says you take picture.”
Fumbling words, “Um, yeah I did.”
“He wants to know why you take picture.”
“I think that sign that says “For Customer Only” is funny. I can erase the photo if you want.”
“No. It’s OK. He just want to know why you take picture.”
She left. We paid. We left.
My co-workers said they would kill me if we all got banned. No Marinated Steak for you!
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Hanging out at the water cooler
This photo is so wrong on so many levels. That is a plastic thumb hanging out of my shirt. I'm not sure what those stains are. That look on my face is awful.
Put them together and they make one hell of a photo.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Return to Sender
Someone in my office put this letter in the outbox. I looked at it for almost a full five seconds before I realized what the amiss was.
So, do you think that if it gets "RETURN TO SENDER'd" that it will end up on Liberty Island?
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