The picture I didn't take

Every once in awhile, I get really upset with myself when I don't have a camera with me. I need to buy batteries this weekend. The ones in my camera and flash are dead and although I usually have plenty of spares lying around, I don't right now. My iPhone was dead this morning, too. I left the house with it plugged in to a charger. I had no way at all of taking a picture while I was out. Normally, that isn't a problem, but like I said, every once in awhile, I really want to take a picture and can't. Today was like that.

I took Liz to her dad's house this afternoon. On my way home, I stopped for a coffee at Starbucks. My new favorite is the skinny hazelnut latte. I sat down to sip my latte and read my book. While I was sitting there, a couple of rough looking bikers came in. They ordered caramel frappucinos. Picture this. A couple of big guys wearing leather vests, chains, biker boots, the whole nine, sipping on these frou-frou caramel frappucinos topped with whipped cream and caramel sauce. The dichotomy sitting across the small room just tickled me. They looked so tough, but not while drinking their frappucinos.

If I would have had my camera with me, I know that I would have asked to take their picture. It would have been a great shot. I have a few of those great shots in my mind from other such instances. They are the pictures I didn't take. The ones I would like to have, but didn't have the opportunity to shoot.