Me to the window installer: "No, please get into the frame of the door."
(Shy window installer ducks back into the picture. Susie fumbles with the camera and Ashleigh in her left arm.)
Guy in picture: "There isn’t a lot of light, you might want to use the flash."
Me: "Oh, that’s okay. This lens has a low aperture value and will give me all the light I need."
(Hear Andy snicker in the background and calls me a nerd because I use photography language that I barely know)
I continue to fumble with the settings– and take a second picture that doesn’t turn out.
Guy in picture: "Maybe try the fill flash on that thing. I’m sure you can manually pop it up."
I start cracking up because I realize that I have the wrong lens on and my AV will only go to F-stop 5.6… Giggle, nervous laughter.
I shoot another picture with the auto settings.
Me: "Can I put your picture on my blog?"
Guy in picture: "Your what?"
Apparently, he is the last living soul that has not heard of a blog.
Me: "A weblog. It is like a journal on the Internet. My family and friends read it occasionally. What’s your name? I’ll put that, too."
Guy in picture: "Mike. Uh, sure, as long as no one in New York sees it. I’m wanted in New York.
Me: (laughing like crazy!) "OH! You’re the Mike Jones wanted in NYC."
The moral to the story:
I’m a dork. I can’t even hide it a little bit.