Here’s a story I heard from an acquaintance wherein weasel* words created a situation that is not dire, but truly annoying. See if you don’t agree.
Acquaintance’s mother recently married.
Acquaintance’s mother had a lovely, perfect wedding that included hiring a well-known local professional photographer to take photos.
Beautiful photos. Many of them.
But here’s the thing, what acquaintance’s mother did not read [or understand?] in her contract was that this photographer would not use his expertise to discern which photos were the best ones, instead giving acquaintance’s mother the opportunity to see all the photos he took of the wedding.
In practical terms this means that acquaintance’s mother has a problem.
She is now forced to sort through 3,000 photos and decide which ones she wants to keep and have put in an album. In many cases there are 20 or 30 photos of the same thing like a bouquet… or of acquaintance zipping up her mother’s dress… or of the cake from a gazillion angles.
As you can imagine this sorting process has become a tedious burden for acquaintance’s mother. It’s overwhelming and is an unwanted game for acquaintance’s mother as she tries to figure out which photos are the best ones.
Acquaintance’s mother is flummoxed by this situation.
It’s not as if she has the time, or the eye, to fuss around with three thousand wedding photos that she’s has contracted for, assuming the photographer would narrow down her choices.
Acquaintance has offered to help her mother, but she can’t intuit which photos her mother and new stepfather will want, nor can she wrap her head around how this happened.