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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera
I used to work at a professional photo lab. Back in the olden days when film was the only way to take pictures. Prints would drop off the processor and the employee working on that order would grab it, and go make manual color corrections to make it look the best possible. Often when prints dropped off and it was a photo of a person, rude and inappropriate but usually funny comments were made by a few of the guys working there. We were way in the back and no customer could hear them. One pretty young guy was the worst of all about it.
Anyway a photo of a extremely homely (really very ugly) old lady dropped off the processor into the collection tray. Very rude comments were made, again some kinda funny, but mostly mean stuff was said about some stranger that was likely a very nice lady. About then I walked up and grabbed the print because I was working on that work order. More comments were made and I finally turned to the guy that was the worst offender and sad in a low ANGRY voice "That's my mother" His jaw about hit the floor. He was besides himself. He bought me lunch and apologized for as week. It was a month or so later he finally figured out that lady was not my mother, when my real mother walked in. At first he was mad, but he said he did learn a lesson about making comments about people he does not know. He admitted I taught him a lesson.
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Great story, Glen....nice job with teaching the lad a lesson in a way he'll never forget. Kudos, sir!