After all the anticipation, all the effort, the disks are burned, the invoice is sent, the job is done and delivered, or so I thought. I went off to my afternoon shoot. When I came back there was an email from Baltimore—did you send the package? I forwarded the delivery confirmation from FedEx, signed by M Shakelford. There’s no one here by that name, they replied. The package is somewhere, but not in my client’s hands.
Can you imagine if I had sent film?
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