Mad Max

Half Tanzanian and half Danish, Max politely asked me for a cigarette, apologised for being drunk then offered me a beer. So I gave him a cigarette, said "this is Denmark" and refused the beer explaining that I was working. 

I had a customer complaint, again, today and despite taking many portraits every day, getting one that isn't happy sucks. Like the previous complaint, the photo is in fact fine, it is the client's expectations that are unreal (I have colleagues who are not shy in telling me when I cock up, who said this). Guess I just have to accept 99.98% happiness as a good result. Still. Tosser knocked my confidence. I'll give him his money back tomorrow.