She picked out the films I wanted, handed them to me.
“Got an envelope?” I asked.
By way of an answer, she dumped the rest of the films out and handed me the empty envelope.
I looked at the films. They were good and clear, two and a quarter by three and a quarter. They’d enlarge nicely.
“Nice exposure,” I said.
“Cut the personal stuff, please.”
“I was referring to the shutter timing,” I said.
“Oh!”
I studied the films. “And well developed.”
“That corner drugstore has done my developing for three years.”