Rosemary sighed heavily. “I am
waiting to be served here. I have been waiting for ten minutes!”
The grey-haired man looked up
briefly from the Canon and peered over his spectacles. “I’m sorry madam, but I
will be with you in just two ticks.” He exhibited no enthusiasm at all.
Arthur shuffled round the shop
peering at the various cameras, checking the price tags and then shaking his
head in disbelief.
“Arthur, now it’s us. Come over
here.”
The grey-haired man watched the
satisfied customer leave the shop with his new lightweight Canon tripod.
“Look, can you tell me if this photograph
has been touched up?”
The grey hair-hair man raised his
eyebrows. Arthur looked away.
“Madam, you need to go onto the net
and download a checker app. Then run the photo through it. Visually it would
have to be a very bad photoshop to see it without checking the metadata.”
Rosemary walked out of the shop, “I don’t
need metadata to visually see this is very bad photo shop.”
Arthur nodded to the grey-haired salesman.
No words were said but the grey-haired salesman knew exactly what Arthur was
saying.
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