Putting the Orange Light Conspiracy to bed, we've got a new conspiracy to dissect. The Yellow Disposable Camera Conspiracy now commands our immediate attention.
On the day our yellow disposable camera was handed over to Pops for a photojournalism experiment (also known as 'exploiting an elderly homeless man for entertainment purposes'), there was no way of knowing that he would never be seen again.
The assumption and reasonable expectation was that, like Pops, the camera was forever lost as well.
Imagine the surprise when our little yellow disposable camera unexpectedly showed up on the passenger seat of my car this morning. At some point between arriving home last night after a long day of feigned relevance and climbing back into the vehicle to start the entire process all over again today, the yellow disposable camera was somehow placed into my securely locked car.
Keep in mind that this vehicle of mine has a fail safe security system complete with deafening sirens and the ability to trap an intruder inside whilst poisoning said intruder with deadly gasses.
That may be overstating things slightly...but the doors were definitely locked and the alarm is quite loud. The deadly gas dispensers were installed aftermarket, and to be perfectly honest, there is no real way of knowing if they function as intended (testing them could be lethal).
Once the shock of the disposable camera's mysterious appearance wore off, I noticed that the number within the little photo count indicator window at the top of the device had increased, proof that at least some photographs had been taken at some point since handing off to Pops.
Checking the functionality of the disposable camera, my finger squarely on the little plastic button, I snap a selfie.
Click.
And then, thumb on the manual dial, I begin to advance the film, readying the camera for the next shot.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
That's when the accumulated weight of reality hit me squarely in the face.
A plastic toy clicking noise, followed by the succession of several more rapid clicks, or winding. As for the red blur normally associated with these sounds? The ball cap Pops wears.
There.
Is.
No.
Other.
Logical.
Explanation.
Today's Jazz Hands are dropping our little yellow disposable camera off for developing and anxiously awaiting the results. I'll post the findings upon receipt.
Day three-hundred and thirty-eight complete.
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