Snapped By A Randomer

I asked a passerby – he was carrying a camera. A photographer? A randomer? – if he’d snap me - a caveman golfer. He’d forgotten where he’d parked his car, was a bit disoriented. Photograph me and I’ll help you find your car; he’d left his wife in it whilst he’d gone off to photograph Lydstep Point.

‘I’ll just slip into this size eight slipper. Snap when I swing’, I said. But as the randomer snapped, so did my golf club. Look! And afterwards, we looked for his car (for more than an hour). Never did find that car (or his wife).