The Smiths had no children and the infertility clinicdecided to use a proxy father to start their family.On the day the proxy father was scheduled to arrive,Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "The man shouldbe here soon. I don't want to be here. I'm off".Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-doorbaby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to makea sale. "Good morning madam. You don't know me butI've come to....""No need to explain. I've been expecting you.""Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good!I've made a specialty of babies.""That's what my husband and I had hoped.Please come in and have a seat.Just where do we start?" asked Mrs. Smith, blushing."Leave everything to me. I usually try two in thebathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple onthe bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too;you can really spread out.""Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't workfor Harry and me.""Well madam, none of us can guarantee a good one everytime. But if we try several different positions and Ishoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll bepleased with the results.""I hope we can get this over with quickly," gasped Mrs. Smith."Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time.I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd bedisappointed with that, I'm sure.""Don't I know!!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed.The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out aportfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the topof the Fifth Avenue bus in New York City.""Oh my god!!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief."And these twins turned out exceptionally well when youconsider their mother was so difficult to work with."The photographer handed Mrs. Smith the picture."She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith."Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to CentralPark to get the job done right. People were crowding aroundfour and five deep, pushing to get a good look.""Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith,eyes widened in amazement."Yes", the photographer said. "And for more than threehours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling.I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached andI began to rush my shots. Finally, I just packed it all in."Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean over three hours....?""That's right. Well madam, if you're ready, I'llset up my tripod so that we can get to work.""Tripod??" Mrs. Smith looked extremely worried now."Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.It's much too big for me to hold while I'm getting readyfor action. Madam? Madam? Good Lord, she's fainted!!"
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