We Were Lasered!

I'm lucky to be alive. But I can't say the same thing for my brother's camera. You see, last Friday Andrew, my brother XX* and I were touring the monuments in DC. Along the way, XX was taking artsy photos of the granite behemoths, silly photos of Andrew and me, foul photos (topic, not judgment of quality) of sea gulls and ducks, photos of airplanes, the mega-rich's helicopters- he was pretty much snapping pictures of everything. And then it happened...

Marine One flew directly over our heads! XX aimed his camera skyward, quickly focused it, clicked the button-that-makes-the-camera-take-a-picture (I can't for the life of me remember what that's called but shutter comes to mind) and... got an error message that completely messed with the camera. Kaput. Gonezo. Done for. That actually happened!

We can only assume the president's peeps now have super-accurate, super-specialized lasers that, when aimed at a camera, immediately destroy it. Apparently taking photos of Marine One isn't cool without permission, because we got lasered. Or, more accurately, XX's camera got lasered. Tricksy technologists.

~Sarah

*I am keeping his identity confidential so "the man" can't figure out who he is and "take him downtown."