In One Ear...Out The Other

Since I didn't get to go back to NYC this year, I had asked J to take some pictures of people and places.


{Before leaving for NYC}
Me: Honey, I packed the camera for you.  Make sure you take pictures to bring back.
J: Why do you want me to take pictures?
Me: So I can see what everyone looks like.
J: OK.


{A few days after arriving in NYC}
Me: Have you taken any pictures?
J: Oh, I forgot.
Me: Well make sure you bring the camera with you to the barbeque today.
J: OK.


{After work yesterday}
Me {all excited}: Ooh, let me see the pictures.
J: Oh, I didn't take any.
Me: How come?
J: I keep forgetting to bring the camera, but I did take some with my phone.
Me: Let me see...


All I see are fuzzy images of restaurant interior, the backsides of people, or of his friend's head bent over a bowel of noodles.


Me: Your pictures are not very flattering.
J: They're not meant to flatter.  They're supposed to tell a story.
Me: {Yeah, a fuzzy story...}

Luckily for him, he didn't forget to pick up the marinated duck wings for me.  Otherwise, I can't see him easily redeeming himself in the near future.