Photographer

 

 

The Smiths had no children and decided to use a proxy father to start

their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith

kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon".

 

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer

rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning madam. You don't

know me but I've come to ..."

 

"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.

 

"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty of

babies." "That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and

have a seat. Just where do we start?" asked Mrs. Smith, blushing.

 

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the

couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor

is fun too; you can really spread out."

 

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me."

 

"Well, madam, 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."

 

"I hope we can get this over with quickly," gasped Mrs. Smith.

 

"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in

 and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure."

 

"Don't I know!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed.

 

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his

baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London."

 

"Oh my god!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

 

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you consider their

mother was so difficult to work with." The photographer handed Mrs.

Smith the picture.

 

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.

 

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the

job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing

to get a good look."

 

"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.

 

"Yes," the photographer said. "And for more than three hours too.

The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly

concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots.

Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just

packed it all in."

 

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your, eh

... equipment?"

 

"That's right. Well madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so

that we can get to work"

 

"Tripod?" Mrs. Smith looked extremely worried now.

 

"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big

for me to hold while I'm getting ready for action.”

 "Madam? Madam? Good Lord, she's fainted!"