New art deadline. New stress.
Ran top-speed into the slide-making emporium with my little roll of Kodak EPY 64-T with the archetypal wash of panic over face and the reassuring Buddha behind the counter said 'Let me guess...'
Of course he was right, 5PM my little bundle of joy must be dropped off at world-renowned Albright-Knox Art Gallery: 6 slides, rez, sase, brief artist statement. Check, check, check and check.
He is a compendium of sad and engaging tales of slide rushing.
His favorite story of week:
guy rushes in... can I have this in one hour? He, famed for his withering yet Buddha-like gazes, said Well, let me just toss aside the thirty or so rush orders that people are paying rush charges for...
Middling City, capital of surly business owners.