Erstwhile flatmate G, part 2
I can't remember if I've posted this story before. if I have, here we go again...

It was the end of the teaching phase of semester 2, and the sun was shining. I was approaching the end of my first year as an undergrad; the hall in which I lived held a May barbecue. My mates and I were on the lawn, a little tipsy, but chilled and happy.

I may have dozed off. That is the only way I can explain G having got hold of my camera.

At the end of the day, I noticed that I had finished the film rather more quickly than expected, but thought little of it and took the canister to the chemist's at the nearest opportunity. A couple of days later, I picked up the prints. The girl behind the counter gave me what was, in retrospect, quite a strange look.

It being a nice day, I went to the park to look at my photos. I couldn't remember exactly what I expected to see on every frame - the film had been in there quite a while. But I certainly did not expect to see several photos of a toilet bowl filled with poo. Nor did the old man on the same bench who was looking at my photos through the corner of his eye as I flicked through.

There was no mystery as to the culprit. Indeed, all I had to do was to show G the envelope from the chemists as I walked past for him to give himself away...

The scamp.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 14 Dec 2007, 12:19, Reply)