some people's parents
i was cutting the film in the back camera room when monica wandered in. i had just finished taking her baby brother's pictures, and she wanted to talk.
she sat down on the edge of the posing table (i was kneeling behind it with both hands in a black film bag) and said, "miss lindsay, what are you doing?" i looked at her, and i said, "miss monica, i'm changing the film. i have to change in it the dark so that the film doesn't get ruined."
we discussed the pros and cons of the film getting broken if i took it out of the bag.
"that's very important work, miss lindsay."
"to some people, monica. to some."
she scooted a little closer, and we talked about star wars and how she was waiting to see the end of hook which her friend who has the star wars guys has. she thought it was pretty nice of him to let her watch the movie. i agreed. we agreed that while all of the powerpuff girls are pretty rad, bubbles is the funniest. she kept getting frustated that her nerds were scattering all over the floor whenever she went to get some out of the box. she thought it was weird that her little brother has the same name as my boyfriend. apparently, the movie, spirit, is pretty good but parts are scary.
as i took my hands out of the film bag, i told her that my work was done, and it was time for me to go put some information into the computer.
she just looked up at me and said, "it's been nice talking to you, miss lindsay."
and adults, who know better, have never been that nice to me... after all, i'm just "the lady" (smile at the lady, look at the lady, say thank you to the lady)... i just take the pictures. i merely serve.
man, fuck retail.
