>The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a>surrogate father to start their family.>On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife>goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.">>Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer>happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.>>"Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to...">>"Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been>expecting you.">>"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you>know babies are my specialty?">>"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have>a seat">>After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?">>"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the>couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room>floor is fun. You can really spread out there.">>"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and>me!">>"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we>try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles,>I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.">>"My, that's a lot!", gasped Mrs. Smith.>>"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be>In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with>that.">>"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.>>The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his>baby pictures.>>"This was done on the top of a bus," he said.>>"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.>>"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider>their mother was so difficult to work with.">>"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.>>"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the>job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a>good look">>"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.>>"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three hours too.>The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly>concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.>>Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had>to pack it all in.">>Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your,>uh...equipment?">>"It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod>and we can get to work right away.">>"Tripod?">>"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much>too big to be held in the hand very long.">>Mrs. Smith fainted!!>>_________________________________________________________________
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