Walking past a shop, a photographer asked if she could take my photo. Hesitantly, I agreed, while giving a sideways glance at my reflection in the window.
That’s when I spotted the red hat- the shopkeeper approved, I plonked it on my head—improving the situation, if not the subject.
The photographer looked slightly disappointed. “I was hoping to catch your face,” she said.
“I’m afraid that flew off a long time ago,” I replied. “This is as good as it’s going to get.”
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