I came home from work to find a loaf of banana bread, wrapped in a red bandana, waiting for me on my porch. It was pretty moving, so I named the bread Moses. As I took it in the house I quickly assessed the perimeter for clowns or Jochebed. Not seeing either, I felt it was safe to remove the bandana and cut into this nutty goodness.
ROFL and Bruiser soon arrived for a photo shoot, so I opened a bottle of wine, suggested they use the bread in the shoot, and let them go about their business. ROFL was being professional, however many of the things he was saying, though photography related, appeared to have a sexual connotation. “OK, I need you to do that thing again, when you put it in your mouth just a little bit and then pull it out slowly.” Bruiser was eating a creamsicle. “I’m going to need you to hold the softbox.” I’m pretty much the Boom Girl at these events. “Don’t worry, I’ll retouch you later.” Bruiser didn’t like a facial flaw she saw in one of the pictures.
“You’re pretty nasty,” I told ROFL. “Did she tell you what she said to me the other day at work?” he asked Bruiser. “I was talking to him about how many cameras I’ve owned over the past three years and he said, ‘Notice I don’t let you touch my camera,” I told her. ROFL interjected, “Then she said, ‘You let me touch your other equipment.'” “That’s true. I did say that,” I confirmed. “See, I’m not the only one making unintentional inappropriate comments,” ROFL said with pride.