Forty-one days later, my phone rings as I step off a Bart train, Fruitvale station. It’s the default ringtone. I’ve never changed it.
Me: Hello this is Michael.
Female Voice: Hello this is Fujicolor Labs
Me: Yes?
Female Voice: We do processing for Rite-Aid
Me: Yes??
Female Voice: We have some pictures here. Can you identify them?
Me: Yes! They were black and white. C-41. Uhh, I think there was a car?
Female Voice: A Volkswagen?
Me: Yes!
Female Voice: A chihuahua? A door? A coffeemaker?
Me: Yes! Yes! That’s them.
Female Voice: Okay then. We’ll get those right out.
Me: You’ll send them to the store?
Female Voice: Yes, that’s right.
Me: Do you have an ETA?
Female Voice: A what?
Me: Do you know about when they’ll be there?
Female Voice: Wednesday or Thursday.
Me: Thanks!
Female Voice: No problem.
2 responses so far ↓
1 specialkrb // Jan 27, 2009 at 1:25 am
Great news! Certainly an oxpicious way to start the new year.
2 Dispose of Them! | redfishingboat // Feb 2, 2009 at 6:32 pm
[...] this week, I got the call. 984 hours after dropping them off at the one-hour photo counter, my pictures were ready. I went in [...]
Leave a Comment