Tonight I went to the Giant Eagle to pick up my film from New Years. The envelope seemed a little thin, and it said something about there being a note enclosed. I pulled out the piece of paper, and it was some sort of form letter, addressed to me, personally, which basically said "we don't print those kind of pictures."
I'm thinking "what the hell?" because I was anticipating a roll of film of shit like people yelling "happy new year!" and riding around on bicycles. So I pull out the handful of pictures that are enclosed and look at them. They're of some woman I've never seen before, standing around in her bra and panties. I look at the negatives, and -- you guessed it -- the bra and panties are gone in the pictures that were not printed.
So to recap, so far this week I've dealt with a drug-addled check bouncer, a random perv with "a big one," and some naked woman who's probably wondering why she's got a bunch of pictures of my (fully-clothed) friends. Anyone care to place bets on what's gonna happen tomorrow?
