My husband’s got a big one but it doesn’t work properly. Yes, his expensive camera lens needs fixing.
He rang me from outside the shop to say the guy “didn’t like the look of it” and offered to sell him a new one “at cost” on the spot.
“Basically it could cost us $350 to fix the old one or we could have a brand new one for $505,” my husband explained. “That’s only $150 more!”
“$155 more”, I corrected.
“Whatevs,” my husband said.
“And what would we do with the old one?” I asked.
“We’d get it fixed and sell it on ebay.”
“Have you ever sold anything on ebay?”
“Uh, no,” my husband admitted.
“And what if we only sold it for 99 cents? That’d mean we’d be $855 out of pocket,” I said.
“$845.01,” my husband corrected.
This time it was my turn to say “Whatever!” I think I might even have thrown in a ‘W’ and ‘E’ hand gesture as I said it.
Look, in his defence, I knew that he was in a rush and had a million other things to think about and just wanted me to say “Just buy a new one and let’s get on with our lives” but I couldn’t. See, I knew the current state of our credit cards.
“One could argue that if we get the old one fixed and don’t buy the new lens we’ll save at least $155,” I reasoned.
“But even if we get it fixed, it might not come back the same!” my husband argued back, like it was going to return like some kind of zombie camera lens – dead and yet not dead – with an preternatural taste for human blood. You know, the kind of lens favoured by papparazi all over the world.
In the end, I won and my husband put it in to the shop to be assessed. We’d make ‘The Call’ when we knew more about the situation instead of basing our decision on a five second look at the lens by a guy who probably “didn’t like the look” of any lens he’d ever met because he was just a complete arsehole like that.
A few days later, my husband got a call from the Lens Shop.
“It’s fixed!” he cried, when he got off the phone. “And it only cost us $115!”
It was like it was his own personal triumph.
“See? I was right. Admit it,” I said, a little smugly.
“Yes, you were right,” my husband replied. “But even a stopped clock is right twice a day.”
Which means I’ve got a chance of being right at least once again in my life? The mind boggles.
Anyway, the long and the short of it is that we’ve yet to see if the lens comes back ‘the same’. Since we got it fixed specifically so my husband could take photos for my sister’s upcoming ‘wedding party’, there’s a good chance the photos could turn out with everyone looking like they’re from the set of Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’.
Zombies are so hot right now.