I took a job over the holiday season as a photographer for a retail studio. Not a bad job, the customers for the most part are OK, even the kids are good. The people I work with are awesome. Also, for those who know me, you know I've got a really bad case of A.D.O.L.S. (Attention Deficit Oh Look! Shiny) With everything always going on in the studio I can't help but tune in on random conversations at, what seems to be, the weirdest times possible. I would like, for you now, to share some of the things I've heard around the studio:
"Now, that didn't hurt to bad right?"
"Ok ma'am, you got your teeth in?"
"...Well, we can plop her right down on Santa's package..."
"A drowsy kid is a good kid."
"Even retarded kitties need love too"
From a little boy " My daddy doesn't love me, he keeps me in a bubble."
"Can I go home? I don't want to hack up something nasty on a kid..."
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