I spent an hour in the store. Doing 'stuff'. I ended up buying a basketball, a set of weights (the lifting variety), a jumper and some other random crap that I really didn't need. Well, the hour dragged by and I made my way back to the photo lab.
There was a small crowd waiting.
There was a small crowd of people staring at my prints. They'd only just come out of the machine and there was a gaggle of shop goons fawning all over them! Touching my prints with their filthy fingers! I couldn't believe it. I felt like such a twat going up to the desk to ask for them. To make it even worse one of the old hags let out a raucous cackle when she realised she'd been caught peeking.
I felt violated.
