I stood on top of the picnic table, straddling the cooler, snapping photos with my phone.
“Why’re you taking pictures of your fish?” my wife asked, “You’re not going to share them on Facebook again are you?”
“Um, yes,” I said, holding the camera closer to the cooler.
“Listen,” she sighed, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but no one on Facebook gives a damn about your fishing pictures.”
Just then a big old fella, with a long white beard, wearing a camouflage visor walked up.
“Ooh, looky that,” he pointed to the fish. “You gotta put a picture of that on Facebook.”
Jamie rolled her eyes.
“Oh?” I said. “That’s not a bad idea,” I spoke slowly, drawing out my vowels, while glaring my eyes at Jamie.
“Thing is,” the man took off his cap and rubbed his head. “No one on Facebook gives a damn about fishing photos.”