Sunday, 7 October 2012

An unlucky photographer


In front of a small chapel in Cyprus, a photographer was waiting to take pictures of the bride and groom when, without warning, they burst out yelling at each other. The marriage hadn’t taken place yet.
Inside, their friends and family sat, anxiously awaiting their return in order for the ceremony to proceed.
Outside, the photographer paced back and forth, already thinking he wouldn’t be able to take any photos and consequently wouldn’t be paid. How would he explain to his wife that he’d been away all day but had received no payment? The last few months had been rough. Not as many people were getting married, or maybe they just didn’t want him as the photographer and, to save money, asked their family to take the pictures.
The couple continued to argue beside him, but he wasn’t listening to a word they were saying. It never even crossed his mind that if he had attempted to speak to them, soothing and calming them, they might have recognized that their argument was petty, hug, make up and go back inside the chapel. Alas, the photographer continued to pace side to side, overcome by his own problems. 

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