“Someone asked me if I’d take a picture of the people at that table. I thought this person had been sitting at the table. I guess I was a little careless. I explained to her that we require a minimum of four prints at a dollar apiece and she said that was all right. She said the parties were having an anniversary dinner and she’d like to get some pictures to present to them later on. She said she’d take care of all the charges.”
“So what happened?”
“I went over to the table, smiled, and waited until they looked up. Then I snapped the picture. The man wanted to know what that was for and I told him it was to be a present for him; that it wasn’t to cost him anything. The girl got excited and then he got mad about it and said he hadn’t ordered any picture taken. I told him I knew, that it was a friend of his who was trying to arrange a surprise, and then one thing led to another and he wanted the manager.”
“Who’s the manager?”
“Bob Elgin. He’s the master of ceremonies, and he runs the place. He came over and we had a little pow-wow. I told them that it was all a mistake, and that I’d give him the negative and he could destroy it.”
“Did you?”
“Hell, no,” she said. “I had an order of four bucks for that negative. Do you think I was going to throw that away?”
“So what did you do?”
“Gave him the next negative that was in the camera, pulled it out and pulled the slide out of the plate-holder. Elgin took the film and passed it over to the girl at the table and asked him if that satisfied her, and she said it did, so that was all there was to it, as far as those people were concerned.”
“And as far as you were concerned?”