That time I was discovered...
Here's what I thought: "Photos? Of me? I'm being discovered! This is just like in the movies!"
Here's what I said: "Sure, okay."
"I'll be back in a bit with my equipment," he said, "I hope you don't mind waiting."
As soon as he disappeared from sight, I headed for the washroom to make sure I had no lettuce in my teeth.
Then, I waited.
When the man came back carrying a pile of professional equipment, I knew this was serious. I felt the need to rustle up an entourage.
While he set up his giant camera, I asked, "Where should I sit, or do you want me to stand?"
He looked at me - strangely - and told me it didn't really matter to him either way.
Of course! I thought. He wants to get some candid shots, you know, to capture my natural beauty.
So. Very. Deflated.
Then again, in case you're wondering why the modeling career never panned out... read THIS.