Not The Photo-Perfect Day You Were Expecting
(This happened to my dad a long time ago. He and Mum had recently emigrated from Britain and didn’t know very many people in their new Canadian city, so when his boss invites him and Mum to Boss’s daughter’s wedding, it is a very nice surprise. Mum is thrilled by the invitation, and she pinches pennies so that she and Dad can afford decent clothes for the event as well as a babysitter for me.)
Boss: “Ah, [Dad], there you are! Here, you’ll need this.” *hands Dad a camera*
Dad: “What’s this for?”
Boss: “To take photos of the wedding and reception, of course.”
Dad: “But… I’m not a photographer. Didn’t you hire one?”
Boss: “Why pay some photographer good money when all you need is a camera and someone to use it?”
Dad: “But that means I’ll be leaving my wife alone for a large part of the day, and she doesn’t know anyone.”
Boss: “Oh, she’ll be fine.”
(Dad gave up at that point. Poor Mum had a miserable lonely day, since she was quite shy and no-one bothered to try to include her in their conversations. Dad did his best to take some nice photographs, but unbeknownst to him, the camera had jammed after the first couple of pictures. He didn’t realize this, because the camera wasn’t one with which he was familiar. So, because Boss was too cheap to pay a professional photographer, his daughter didn’t get any photos of her big day. I always wonder what she had to say to her father about that.)