Tonight as I lay, sat, crouched in the garbage trying to get my shot a grimy, slimy garbage covered hand came out of the darkness at me. The hand was reaching out to shake mine, a mans voice said “GERRY!”
I did not mind shaking the mans dirty hand, had done it many times before, it was the right thing to do. What I worried about was touching my Canon 5D Mark 3 afterwards, damanging it some more. I shook his hand firmly, spoke to the man, then cleaned mine by wiping it on my pants as best I could. Everyone was happy!
I did not mind shaking the mans dirty hand, had done it many times before, it was the right thing to do. What I worried about was touching my Canon 5D Mark 3 afterwards, damanging it some more. I shook his hand firmly, spoke to the man, then cleaned mine by wiping it on my pants as best I could. Everyone was happy!
