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
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
um...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!!"
