Strung Out

Reading the previous story about the guy from the photo lab brought up one of my own funny memories from my photo-lab days, so I thought I’d share…

We were super busy, so we had the machine on Auto Print for everything. (That basically means that you just feed the film into the machine and let it go–no one is there babysitting the screen as it prints)

While packaging the orders, I came across one that was an entire roll of nude photographs of a woman. I stuck the little courtesy note about inappropriate pictures in the envelope, and sorted through them to make sure there weren’t any that would have been acceptable. As I flipped through the stack, I noticed something strange about about some of them.

I looked closer at them and started cracking up. There were various poses where she was on her hands and knees, or bending over, all with her backside to the camera. Normally, this type of pose would probably be considered hot. But there, hanging out in all its glory, was her tampon string…and it wasn’t white.

I showed my co-workers and we all had a good laugh. It was hard to keep a straight face later on when she came back to pick them up.