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March 31, 2003

Ansel Adams He Ain't

My sister and I went out for Chinese at the Mandarin, the largest Chinese restaurant I've ever seen. As we were being seated we noticed a man setting up a tripod and camera. On our way back from our first trip to the buffet tables, we were forced to stop and wait for him to shoot a couple shots of diners stuffing their faces. Since our table was against the wall, we couldn't walk around him without blocking his shot. Completely oblivious to our presence, he took photo after photo of the dining room. After several minutes he walked away, unaware that he had left us standing like morons clutching our salad plates.

Being the petty man that I am, I vowed revenge.

On our second trip to the steam trays, I saw the photographer setting up his camera to get a few shots of the buffet. I placed myself at the closest buffet table to him, then proceeded to heap tons of food onto my plate, all the while licking my lips, or pointing excitedly at the chow mein. I didn't see the flash go off until after I turned away to go back to my table.

I guess I won't be on any Mandarin promotional material anytime soon. That's probably best for everyone involved.

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