I was shooting Polaroids along the Embarcadero. I had just shot one of the Hi Dive, a venerable watering hole in the shadow of the Bay Bridge, when a patron came out of the bar for a cigarette break.
He saw the big, bellowed camera hanging around my neck and started asking questions, ending with this one: "If I went in and got my buddies out here, would you take a photo of us?"
Inward wince. I had one shot left in my film pack, and it was scheduled it for another subject.
"Well, I only have one shot left..."
"If I showed you something, would it make a difference?" He took out his wallet and pointed to his driver's license. It was his birthday.
That's all it took.
Tony, second from right, retrieved his buddies from inside the bar, and the deed was done.
Because it was Tony's birthday, I let him peel the backing off the Polaroid. Rejoicing ensued, handshakes were exchanged, and then Tony and his buddies repaired to the Hi Dive for another round as Sophie and I headed to our next stop.
For Day 4 of Polaroid Week 2008.