Misunderstanding
The Smiths were unable to conceive children, and decided to use a
>surrogate 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. 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."
>After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"
>"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."
>"My, my, that's a lot of..." 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 it," Mrs. Smith muttered.
>The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his
>baby pictures.
>"This was done on the top of a bus."
>"Oh my gawd!!" 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."
>"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.
>"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the
>job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing
>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
hum...equipment?"
>"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so
>that we can get to work."
>"Tripod??"
>"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big
>for me to hold for very long. Madam? Madam? Good Lord, she's fainted!!"
