In the early 70s I worked in a camera store. We had one elderly man who would come in every week to drop off a roll of film to be developed while looking at the film from the previous week and deciding which ones to have prints made of. He would visit his elderly friends who couldn’t; get out and take the prints to keep them in touch with each other. One time he came in while the store was crowded. He was such a nice man that I told him that I’d be right with him. He replied,“That’s okay. I’ve got time.” I thought to myself, “If he’s got time why am I rushing so much?”
In the early 70s I worked in a camera store. We had one elderly man who would come in every week to drop off a roll of film to be developed while looking at the film from the previous week and deciding which ones to have prints made of. He would visit his elderly friends who couldn’t; get out and take the prints to keep them in touch with each other. One time he came in while the store was crowded. He was such a nice man that I told him that I’d be right with him. He replied,“That’s okay. I’ve got time.” I thought to myself, “If he’s got time why am I rushing so much?”