“So awkward, I didn’t know you’d be chained up here. I was just trying to tour an old prison for kicks.”
“Excuse me, do you know where the exit is?”
“Don’t talk to me about exits, I’ve been locked in here for 10 years!”
“The sun is blinding today. Let’s see, you’re trying to go where?”
“Pardon me, do you have a smoke?”
This could get interesting, create your own scenario.
Fair trade for some ale? Looks like he’s considering…
“You see, what happened is, there was some metal work being done and the bronze vat just fell on you. Crazy, right?”
“You get down from there Wilde. Look at you, trying to pose like a fancy boy again.”
Oh Dalai, such a prankster.
Mandela’s rock beats your scissors, honey.
Commodore Barry, what are you pointing at?
Me? What the heck did I do?
Fist bump with the Amish.
Not much surprises me or strikes me as unusual. So as I perused my photos, I came up with something that might be a little usual. Us. My husband and I have an odd habit of posing with manikins or any likeness of people really. Not in a creepy way; at least I don’t think so, anyway. Either way, I enjoy them because you can make up different stories about what is happening in each picture and add your own subtitles. Hell, if anyone actually likes these, we might have a valid reason to continue embarrassing ourselves in public. We really do get a kick out of it. Here is just a sampling.
"Excuse me, do you know where the exit is?" "Don't talk to me about exits, I've been locked in here for 10 years!"