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I remember one time I got angry this year. Now, let me give a disclaimer, it takes the most to get me angry. What this means is that, for you to get me to hit the roof, you must have done something very very nasty.
Anyway, this day was a Saturday, a few weeks before my sister's birthday. And being the type of person she is, she had booked an appointment with a photographer for a birthday shoot and all that, this is where we are very different my people. I'm not a fan of froufrou stuff and anything elaborate, but my sister had been planning this shoot for ages so she wanted everything to go smoothly. This photographer was good at portrait shots.
I decided to take shots too. Just because.
We got there early and the first shocker, this guy was still sleeping. Our call woke him. Guys, he had sleep im his eyes when he met us at the door.
That was strike one against him.
He then made a big mistake by asking if our appointment was for that day. I was already hissing inwardly.
He was also acting rather reluctant and uninterested.
That my dears was strike two.
Anyways, we started to get ready for the shoot. Makeup and all. He then goes on to say to my sister
"Is she also taking pictures?"
All the while in a very demeaning manner and with his finger pointed at me.
My dear family, that was the curtain call. Strike three.
I saw red. I got up and gave him what and whatnot. Omox 1000. I was vexed and now that I think about it, I don't even know why.
The guy was flabbergasted. But guess who was even more flabbergasted? My sister. She had never seen me that way
She kept saying "it's not worth it, calm down".
I totally refused to continue with the shoot. My ears were hot with emotion. I packed up my stuff and sat waiting for my sister to be done with her shoot. All the while I was fuming, angry and sucking my teeth.
My sister started cajoling me. The guy eventually apologised o, when he saw that I could easily bring his roof down with my voice.
Let me fast forward to the end, and spare you the tale of my theatrics.
I conceded to my sister and took some shots, with the most plastic smiles you can ever think of. We were out of his studio as soon as possible.
One would think the story ended there, no dears, the photographer did me dirty. I chose four shots. He sent four quite alright, but two of them were the wrong ones. I didn't look nice in them( at least to me). My messages to him to correct the error remain unanswered to date. He slyed me.
Sighs, he probably thought I was a troublesome person. How wrong he was, I'm the sweetest girl on earth. 😉