
It's the freakin' Women's Show.
It must be something about the fair grounds. The camera comes out, and the gawkers want to look into the lens.
You don't think that I know what you're doing. You didn't think I noticed you standing behind me. You thought you'd out smarted me.
You'd be right if I didn't have AVID. I can crop, pan, zoom, and blur to my hearts content. You won't get on TV, but you will be posted to ... The Wall of Shame.