The Two-Hundredth-and-Fiftieth Day

So we walk out of a cute little coffee shop on South Street, and these two boys stop us.

"Hey, we just need one more picture of people holding these postcards...for our job," they say. "Do you mind?" We look at them with skepticism. "I mean, since you've already stopped, you might as well. It will only take one second."
"Okay," I say. "Do we get to take one of you, too, then?"
So they take our picture, and the boy on the left starts to hand me his camera there.
"Oh, no thank you," I say, taking out my camera that I already had at the ready (naturally). "I have my own."

And that is the story of how they made my blog.