A old Irish woman brought an old picture of her dead husband, to
a photographer and asked him if he could touch it up as it was
the only photo she had to remember him by. The Photographer
assured her that when he finished with the photo she would think
it had just been developed.
He also asured her that he could remove all the wrinkles and the
scratches from the photo and asked her if that was all she wanted
done on the photo to which she replied, well he’s wearing his old
rubber wellington boots and I never really cared for them, could
you do something about that. The photographer said he could make
it look like he had his sunday best shoes on. She was really
delighted and asked him if he could do something with the old
moth eaten jumper her husband was wearing in the photo to which he
said he could make it look like a new jumper. By this time she
was really overjoyed and said that she never liked the hat he had
on and wanted to know if the photographer could remove the hat
from the picture. He convinced her he could easily do that, and
asked her what side of his head he parted his hair on.
“I forget,” she said. “But sure you can see that for yourself when
you take off his hat.”