At a small-town elementary school, an otherwise unremarkable and anonymous family sat impatiently, wishing for the torturous school dance to be over so they could send their children to bed and finally enjoy some peace and quiet. As they observed the chaos of the Hawaiian-themed dance, they couldn't help but notice one parent wielding an obnoxiously large camera, snapping away with an eerie enthusiasm.
This seemingly creepy camera-wielding parent was snapping thousands of photos in rapid succession, capturing every awkward dance move and forced smile. After each photo, he would scrutinize the image on the camera's screen, his face contorting into an unnervingly satisfied grin. "Every time he looked at a photo, it was like he was getting more and more excited," the anonymous family recalled. "I just wanted to punch that guy right in his creepy grin."
The dance dragged on for two agonizing hours, during which the unsettling photographer managed to accumulate an impressive 20,000 photos. Not only was the sheer volume of photos disturbing, but the normal family couldn't help but overhear a conversation between the camera-toting man and his child.
"Oh, I'm just so thrilled to have captured every moment of you and all the other children here at the event," the man gushed. "I'll be going through each and every photo, meticulously editing them to perfection. Brushing up the kids' hair, whitening their teeth, adding muscle definition... Oh, I just can't wait! I'll be locked in my basement for days working on this incredible collection of images. I might just need to stock up on some more Vaseline beforehand, though."
As soon as the dance ended, the anonymous family whisked their child away and returned home, grateful to escape the watchful gaze of the eccentric photographer. The remainder of their evening was spent bonding over a healthy dose of mutual complaining, recounting the strange events they had just witnessed. And as they settled in for the night, they couldn't help but hope they'd never have to attend another excruciatingly dull school dance – or encounter the unsettling camera-wielding parent – ever again.