"cheese"!

Had I known all I had to do at Costco was just say "Cheese" and walk away, I could have saved myself the humiliation. The memory is now one of those sticky-side-out incidences in life that just hangs as much as the loud growling flatulent yellowish cloud floating in the air above and around the heads of the innocent and unsuspecting victims who one by one dropped unconsciously to the floor. Some things one just can't find solace for.