I often worked with my wife at weddings. She was first an assistant, then joined and became a second photographer. One day we were working for a walk while my husband was photographing the guests, I shot a couple and let them and myself rest. I stand, chew sandwiches, a guest comes to me. Judging by the appearance, "Baba berry again and it doesn't matter that 45", although it is very thin.



Hi, and you are nothing. Can we go to the club after the banquet?

I am: Hi I am a little married.

D: Is it a problem? She will know nothing. You say you were delayed at the wedding. I will give money.

I: First, I don’t sell my body for money, second, five minutes ago you posed to my wife.

Q: Is that girl with the camera your wife? Well, she’s still a Sicilian, believe that this night will be a very useful experience for you.

I: No, thank you

D: Oh the fool...



Afterwards, she walked to the operator and the host, but eventually left with the cook.