by Smitty
Gorgeous day for a picnic in Shenandoah. Daughter Shiela had brought along Flavius, the hipster boyfriend, oscillating between boredom and superiority.
“Look at the bee on the Lobelia cardinalis,” he intoned with his best innocent condescension. Fumbled with his iPhone. “It’s trying to do something with the network, but we don’t have any bars!” his tone regressed to about age four.
I picked up the venerable Polaroid. Came in at just the right lighting angle. Snapped a gorgeous photo.
That was the end of Flavius in our lives. Hipsterosity crippled, he was autistic the rest of the day. Thanks, Polaroid!
via Darleen
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She saw the camera sitting in her Uncle’s room. The biggest
treasure that her uncle cared for and right behind it was that little oak box with the pictures her uncle took. As she looked at the camera she wondered what was so special about this camera and why he loved it so much. Picking it up looking through viewfinder her fingers hit the button, all of a sudden the flash went off, and the bed that she was looking at disappeared. Looking at the front end confused, her fingers hit the button again and her adventure began.
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