gorgeous black tie affair on the water last night - daughter of a big wig judge - fancy fancy. and you'd think very prim and proper, yea?
during dinner and a break in the action, i slipped into the ladies room. an older woman walked in right after me and i held the door for her. i went into a stall, locked the door, and she started talking... loudly. "oh! photographer! i'm so glad we're here together. tell me your name, dear. we were all just talking about you at our table and two of us have daughters getting married next year and you two are the most wonderful photographers. you're so unobtrusive and you just never stop smiling. can i have a stack of your cards? i want to hand them around our table." and here comes the best part: "just pass them under the wall, dear... i'm going to be in here a while."
somehow i just don't see this happening while you men are standing around the trough.
In the stalls, casual conversation is generally frowned upon, but sometimes words of encouragement are OK, particularly in response to loud or odorous usage.
It's true the man code would expressly prevent any such conversation from taking place. Ladies, on the other hand, write it into their marketing plan...
Something similar has happened to me and I raised my legs above the stall cut off and closed my eyes. Something in my head told me that if I can't see him and if he can't see my legs with my pants dropped on the floor, that I am therefore somehow invisible. I then waited it out, exiting the stall after I heard him flush the toilet, wash his hands, and proceed to the party yet again.
I talk to myself in the bathroom....
haha nice story, I suppose any way you can get business you have to jump on, even if it means pinching a pee.
Doug
i, thankfully, was done with my tinkle before she was done rambling. exited the stall and said something like, "oh congratulations, how exciting for your daughters. i'll leave you some right here by the sink - and now i'll just have to drop by your table to photograph all you gorgeous gals!"
"ps - i didn't need to know you're in there baking brownies!"
ok. so maybe i didn't say that last bit
i also had a bridesmaid a few weeks ago ask me to grab the back of her spanx and yank them up during prep - yet another one of the joys of being woman wedding photographer.
ksmahgrts wrote:
fun story from yesterday's wedding.
gorgeous black tie affair on the water last night - daughter of a big wig judge - fancy fancy. and you'd think very prim and proper, yea?
during dinner and a break in the action, i slipped into the ladies room. an older woman walked in right after me and i held the door for her. i went into a stall, locked the door, and she started talking... loudly. "oh! photographer! i'm so glad we're here together. tell me your name, dear. we were all just talking about you at our table and two of us have daughters getting married next year and you two are the most wonderful photographers. you're so unobtrusive and you just never stop smiling. can i have a stack of your cards? i want to hand them around our table." and here comes the best part: "just pass them under the wall, dear... i'm going to be in here a while."
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This is why at every wedding I always make AT LEAST 1 trip into the women's bathroom.
