26/11/2025
πΈ The Case of the Vanishing Memory Card
So thereβs this wedding photographer letβs call him Mark, whoβs been hired to shoot a dreamy beach ceremony. Heβs got his gear prepped, batteries charged, lenses cleaned, and even brought backup everything. Heβs feeling like a pro.
The ceremony begins. The bride walks down the aisle, the groom tears up, the sunset hits just right, Markβs snapping away like a ninja. Fast forward to the reception: speeches, dancing, cake cutting. Heβs got it all.
Then, as heβs packing up, he realizesβ¦ the memory card he used for the ceremony is missing.
Panic. Sweaty palms. Silent scream.
He retraces his steps, checks every pocket, every bag, even the sand under the altar. Nothing.
Until the DJ β bless his soul β walks over holding a tiny black square!
βHey man, is this yours? Found it near the speaker. Thought it was a guitar pick.β
Mark nearly proposes to the DJ.
Moral of the story? Memory cards are like socks in the laundry, they vanish when you need them most. Tape them to your forehead if you have to.
