So . . . I took a lot of pictures at my Aunt’s funeral over the last few days. It ended up being a mini-family reunion, and while we weren’t present for the best occasion, it was great to see everyone. I shot film, so I took three rolls to Walgreens for processing to a CD. About an hour ago, I went to pick up the pictures, which were promised to me by noon.
As I exited the store, something told me to look at the pictures. I opened one of the three envelopes to find pictures of strangers. Fortunately, the other two contained the correct photos. I went back into the store where the cashier who, despite her 15-inch green decorative plastic talons, clicked on the computer for a minute, and then began rifling through the photos of others to see where the mixup had occurred.
We STILL haven’t located the roll, and the ONLY reason why I didn’t completely let her have it is because she was trying to be very nice about it (even though she was the one who likely screwed it up) and I didn’t want to lessen her incentive to find my pictures once someone realizes they have the wrong ones.
Needless to say, I’m a bit pissed.
