Leopold's Professional Photography Business My name is Leopold and I run a professional photography business. I bought my first camera last week and I read half the manual, so I'm pretty good, if I do say so myself. I designed numerous posters and displayed them throughout the city, and I try to spend most of my time standing tirelessly beside any one of them to answer the questions of any eager potential clients. The question I'm asked most frequently is, “What exactly is this a photograph of?” but they're only asking that because the photograph is incomprehensibly blurry. I have had an even zero customers thus far, but yesterday I remembered the lens cover can come off, so I'm confident that business will pick up. I live in Vienna, which is a city in Jamaica. Oops, I mean Austria. Sorry, I always get those two mixed up. The city is very beautiful, so I will have many potential views to capture once I figure out how to point the camera at an object. I met a woman named Olga the other day. We're getting married tomorrow. She was a tourist, visiting my photogenic city presumably from South Korea. Oops, I mean Russia. Sorry, I always get those two mixed up. I happened to be dutifully standing next to a poster I hung up at the local fair when this South Korean... er, Russian beauty approached me. “Could you take a photograph of me?” she asked me. “I'm visiting Vienna alone because my friend bears a remarkable resemblance to a drag queen and I'm somewhat homophobic.” “I would be happy to once I find the 'on' button,” I informed her admittedly quite suavely and she immediately fainted. “You are an indescribably attractive man with whom I think I would like to spend the rest of my life,” she told me casually when she came to. “Okay,” I replied smoothly and immediately had to catch her because she had fainted a second time. “Could you take a picture of me on the Ferris Wheel?” the fair lady inquired. I nodded wordlessly and she swooned but didn't faint. We boarded the attraction together. At one point I looked at her and she almost fainted. I spent approximately nineteen minutes and thirty-eight seconds searching for the 'on' button, but Olga told me that I intently examined the photographic device in a very attractive manner, so it didn't damage our relationship. Then, I pointed my camera at an arbitrary point of nothingness, spent another seven minutes and twenty-one seconds searching for the button that takes a picture, and snapped a shot. I didn't look through the viewfinder because I've heard that can give you eyeball cancer. She naturally loved the photograph because I am a very gifted professional photographer. At our wedding tomorrow I will have the roles of both the groom and the photographer. I have asked my sister to pretend to be me so I can take the photographs because she looks a lot like a man. She agreed and is getting breast reduction surgery this evening to better fit the role.
Weird Short Stories by a Weird Canadian, Leopold's Professional Photography Business
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