Tomorrow I hope to be in DC and have no expectation that I’ll be within a quarter mile of the presenters of The Rally for Sanity and I’m overcoming this by renting a 100-400mm lens. When I stopped in I was asked for a copy of my license:
Sales Person: So we can find you in case there’s a problem.
Me: But you already have my credit card. What could my license do?
Sales Person: You know, so we’ll have it. It’s not that big of a deal.
Me: Sure, give me your license.
Sales Person: Why?
Me: That way if you charge me anyway, I can, you know, have it.
Sales Person: *Angry stare*
I went on to camp, theoretically to campmaster, but by and large to see Kevin Ott. Until he arrived I took pictures with excessive zoom of Chuck’s parrot:
Joe arrived in his Ron Burgundy garb, and I tried very hard to make it look old tymie.
Then Kevin arrived with a friend. It was swell.