feeling old
Renovations are still going on chez moi, and one of the architect ladies ( remember them?) gave us the idea of hanging up some black and white photos in one of the rooms. 'Hey', I thought, 'I have a big bunch of those, from college!'
So I pick a bunch of negatives and head to the photo shop. I talk to this dude and ask for a contact sheet, for which I only get a blank stare in return.
Then I explain what a contact sheet is ('you get a sheet of photography paper and place the negatives on top of it, and then you expose it and develop, just like a regular photo... only you get a bunch of tiny photos, instead of one big one').
Still nothing.
Dude goes to the back of the store and brings out another dude, presumably smarter than him. New dude explains that you don't have to do that sort of thing anymore, because they have special scanners that scan negatives and make them digital and you don't have to choose from tiny images on paper anymore.
Guess I should have thanked him for not calling me grandma.
(not that he wouldn't have had to worry for his physical integrity, had he called me that)
So I pick a bunch of negatives and head to the photo shop. I talk to this dude and ask for a contact sheet, for which I only get a blank stare in return.
Then I explain what a contact sheet is ('you get a sheet of photography paper and place the negatives on top of it, and then you expose it and develop, just like a regular photo... only you get a bunch of tiny photos, instead of one big one').
Still nothing.
Dude goes to the back of the store and brings out another dude, presumably smarter than him. New dude explains that you don't have to do that sort of thing anymore, because they have special scanners that scan negatives and make them digital and you don't have to choose from tiny images on paper anymore.
Guess I should have thanked him for not calling me grandma.
(not that he wouldn't have had to worry for his physical integrity, had he called me that)