I’ve done it and I’m done doing it.

I have complained about selfies in the past.

Mostly because women who do them make duck lips and guys throw gang symbols with the hands.

We were out having lunch with my niece and her husband who were ending one of their frequent trips back to the islands.

Love those folks.

The wife, who constantly embarrasses me by asking waiters to take our picture, was doing it again.

The waitress (alright, lady server) tried but obviously pointing a camera and pressing a button was not in her skill set.

Take two.

I said gimme the camera and I’ll take it.

We needed to get this over so I could get back to eating.

I took so much from the salad bar I was worried they’d come to my table and take it back.
The best part of Ruby Tuesday.

First I pointed it away from us and I’m sure I got a wonderful shot of the restaurant wall.

Looking good.

Oh yeah, press the button to use the front camera.

I knew that because it seems the entire restaurant was yelling that to me.

Mission accomplished.

She goes and posts it on her Facebook page and then tags my name with it.

Yeow.

We’re no longer taking to each other.

And no more dopey selfies.

Damn things make me grumpy.