John was at work, so he didn't get the full cringe-inducing effects of being caught in the middle of it, but may it suffice to say that I wanted nothing more than to run out of there screaming.
Two very young mothers were sitting on either side of a young man as the photographer showed them the slides of their session. The moms had taken in their 1 year old children (a boy and a girl) for portraits. The photos were adorable (I couldn't help be see them... the massive TV in the waiting area blasted them for all to see), however I noticed a trend of how they were splitting up images.
The mother of the little boy wanted photos for her parents, and the mother of the little girl wanted photos for her parents. So they were kinda chopping the photos so that each parent had photos of their individual child as well as the children together. I suddenly realized, however, that the young man in the middle was trying to make sure he had photos of BOTH children for HIS parents because they were "his babies, too."
Go ahead. Let that sink in a little bit. 'Cause at first, I thought I was mistaken. Apparently, the photographer did, too, because he then asked, "They're both yours?"
Proudly he affirmed the guesswork, even though both mothers shot the poor photographer daggers as if it was his fault they found themselves in that predicament.
The entire time the women are bickering over who should get what, the children are casually ignored as they sat in their respective strollers together. One of the mothers did end up feeding the little boy some applesauce, but the little girl wasn't even looked at for the half hour they were arguing about vignettes and captions. I felt awful for those kids. I can't even imagine how confusing that's gonna be growing up.
I kept asking the girl at the desk when my photographer would be out with Vince's portraits, because I really was getting upset. I wanted to be anywhere else. Vince was blissfully unaware as he munched on his snack, but ugh. Their innocent, befuddled photographer and I could've hopped a train to ANYWHERE that wasn't that waiting lobby.