Camera Phones

[dropcap]H[/dropcap]e was walking with his girlfriend, dressed in full camo, wearing a neon orange ball cap. He was the same size as me. Me times four.

“Would’ya mind taking our picture?” he asked me.

“Sure,” I said, pulling out my own phone camera.

He posed with his lady, smiling like newlyweds. It was sweet.

“Thank you sir,” he said.

“Not a problem my good man,” I answered, sliding my phone back into my pocket.

“Now, would you mind taking our picture?” I asked.

“Absolutely not brother,” he said, digging his own phone out.

I posed with Jamie as if we were two nursing home patients having a bad day. He snapped the photo with his camo-phone.

“Thank you kindly,” I said.

They walked away, continuing their barefoot stroll down the sand.

Jamie took my phone, and browsed through my saved images. There, on the screen was a picture of the large stranger in camo, with his girl, cheesing at the camera.

“Just as I thought,” Jamie looked at my phone screen, and shook her head, “Y’all forgot to trade phones.”

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