I have a co-worker who, after about 25 years here at the library, is retiring.
I arrived a little early to his retirement party, digital camera in hand. Standing around, milling about, I found myself at the snacks counter (as one often does), and talking with one of our co-workers (as one often does). Having found me at the snacks counter, he started giving me a hard time: I obviously hadn’t come to show support or say goodbye and good luck to our friend — I’d just come for the free food.
“Yeah,” I said, holding up the camera. “There isn’t even any film in this camera.”
(It’s OK: it took him a couple of minutes, too.)
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