We just had our family picture made for the church’s new pictorial directory. A number of older churches make these. My parents still have the one with all of the family pictures from 1970! I’m a cute little booger, and believe it or not, I’m wearing a bow tie.
I wanted to participate and have our family’s pic sandwiched between the Halls and the Hawleys, just like the last two times we’ve done this. In 2006, Lisa was square in the middle. Just not the same this time around.
I warned the girls, “I AM NOT buying any of the pictures tonight. We do not need a six shot montage of our family with a fake wagon wheel in the background.”
I do, however, always feel guilty not to purchase something. I know that’s how the photographers make their living.
This time was painful. The slick salesman in the hot pink shirt met us in the lobby after running 35 minutes behind schedule. His thick gold bracelet let me know he meant business. He was planning to make some money tonight.
“I like your bow tie. You always worn those?”
He then asked each of the girls their age and birthday month. Seems like everybody in his family has the same birthday as everyone in our family. It was truly ironic.
He escorted us back to the portable studio which had been set up in our church Gathering Hall. He quickly began with the cheesy nicknames.
“We’re gonna get the Big Man (that was me: the guy in charge, the decision maker, one with a lot of money to spend) to sit in the middle. Come on over here Dad, sit on this stool.”
He proceeded to have me straddle another shorter stool and tossed Michelle uncomfortably close between my legs.
He slid DJ in behind Michelle.
“Big Man, tilt your head a little bit to the center. Now chin up a tad. Hold your shoulders up – that’s too much, bring them down a hair. Drop your nose a half-inch and look toward the door with your right eye only.”
“You’re looking a little posed there. Juuuuust relax.”
How in the heck can I relax when my children are breathing all in my space and my head is contorted like I’m starring in Cirque du Soleil?
At one point he got the idea that he was going to take three consecutive pictures. Later I found out he thought they’d look great in a triple matted frame. He had all three girls lay their heads on my shoulders, one peeking out from behind. He took a shot. He then had them move closer to my face for the second picture. By this time, DJ was digging her fingernail into my back as if to say “get us out of here or I’m going to hurt you.” When it was time for the third picture, he had them all turn toward me and then he said, “strangle him!”
The kids looked at him to gain clarity on this rather odd instruction.
“Seriously, strangle your dad! It’ll be fun!”
For everybody but Big Man.
He got very, very serious and looked behind himself to see if anyone else was near. One of my friends was at a table across the room going through the same pain I was. My new buddy leaned in and motioned me to do the same.
As our heads got closer, he quietly gave me the news, “Big Man, I can’t do this for everyone, but in addition to the church discount, I’m going to give you an additional 25% off anything you buy today. Got it.”
It was like being the millionth customer at the Food Lion or something. I had won the jackpot! Why me? Why was I so special? Why did I get that incredible deal and all of my fellow church members not? Something smelled a little fishy to me.
“You know, we went to Hawaii last year. My mother-in-law had a photographer come to our house and take some great family pictures while we were there. I just don’t see me buying anymore right now.”
“The disk of all of these pictures is normally $200, I can get it to you – let’s see,” he did some math, “for 82.99! Then you can print the pictures and frame them as you like.”
“Nah. I’m not buying anything.”
I could see the desperation in his eyes.
“How about the proofs. You’d get the one with the girls choking you.”
You could fulfill that dream for me? “How much?”
“$20. Plus taxes, shipping and handling.”
“How much is that?”
“Let’s see,” more math, “All in, $36.35.”
“Damn. Is Olan Mills gonna bring them to my house himself?"
This time I leaned in and whispered, "Does that include BM's special 25% off that no one else gets?”
"You got a deal!" Now you can go buy more jewelry.
“I’ll be praying for you buddy.”
All the way to the bank I’m sure.