Is there an unwritten law that they have to be so bad?
I've just looked at mine again, having originally taken it in 2007 and it's just... so bad. I honestly look like I have nerve damage down half of my face. I kid you not.
I remember the day I took the photograph. I was completely broke being a student at the time and unable to find summer work. I needed a photograph for a passport so I could go on a field-trip later that year. I managed to beg a few coins out of the parents for the task which at the time was like trying to get blood from stone and set off to the local supermarket to take the photo.
The day was horrible. It was one of those days where you set outside and within moments you're sweating profusely and everyone just seems to be an asshat. By the time I got to the supermarket 40 minutes later, I was needless to say absolutely ****ed off with people, the heat, and being poor by the time I arrived. All I wanted was for this to be over with and to have a shower and a change of clothes.
I found the machine tucked away in the corner, and inserted my coins. I had three attempts to get the picture right the machine declared, taunting me. Challenge accepted I thought. *CLICK* Wait, I wasn't ready. Oh, that's not fair! The first one was rubbish. It's okay, I thought. Two more to go. I can get it still yet. *CLICK* The second picture was taken. Not bad, I thought. In fact I thought I looked quite dashing, but disaster! I was looking off centre and smiling. "Bugger!" I shouted. Only to hear a child close by ask: "Mummy, what is bugger?"
Last chance. I have to get this right or I'm going to be stuck looking mentally deranged until I get to renew the damn thing. *CLICK* Oh god, please let this be okay. The image processed.
My god. It was horrible. Somewhere between the booth taking the photograph and processing it I seem to have had an involuntary face-spasm. I looked like an inbred child trying to sneeze whilst off their face on something illegal.
I'm now stuck with the damn thing until 2017.
What a crap day.
I've just looked at mine again, having originally taken it in 2007 and it's just... so bad. I honestly look like I have nerve damage down half of my face. I kid you not.
I remember the day I took the photograph. I was completely broke being a student at the time and unable to find summer work. I needed a photograph for a passport so I could go on a field-trip later that year. I managed to beg a few coins out of the parents for the task which at the time was like trying to get blood from stone and set off to the local supermarket to take the photo.
The day was horrible. It was one of those days where you set outside and within moments you're sweating profusely and everyone just seems to be an asshat. By the time I got to the supermarket 40 minutes later, I was needless to say absolutely ****ed off with people, the heat, and being poor by the time I arrived. All I wanted was for this to be over with and to have a shower and a change of clothes.
I found the machine tucked away in the corner, and inserted my coins. I had three attempts to get the picture right the machine declared, taunting me. Challenge accepted I thought. *CLICK* Wait, I wasn't ready. Oh, that's not fair! The first one was rubbish. It's okay, I thought. Two more to go. I can get it still yet. *CLICK* The second picture was taken. Not bad, I thought. In fact I thought I looked quite dashing, but disaster! I was looking off centre and smiling. "Bugger!" I shouted. Only to hear a child close by ask: "Mummy, what is bugger?"
Last chance. I have to get this right or I'm going to be stuck looking mentally deranged until I get to renew the damn thing. *CLICK* Oh god, please let this be okay. The image processed.
My god. It was horrible. Somewhere between the booth taking the photograph and processing it I seem to have had an involuntary face-spasm. I looked like an inbred child trying to sneeze whilst off their face on something illegal.
I'm now stuck with the damn thing until 2017.
What a crap day.
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