We marched, however, right into another problem: we didn't have an appointment. Not that we did the first time, either--we just talked our way in. This time, however, the young girl manning the counter was in the act of clocking out & her night-time counterpart already had a full dance card. Basically, we were out of luck, she said.
Enter the mighty power of Wagner. Engage!
"No, you don't understand," I told her, pulling the Old Boy out of his black bag and setting him on the counter in front of her. "This is your model--not us." Then we showed her the recent newspaper article that featured his exploits.
She grinned. She grokked. She grokked big!
She got into the spirit of things instantly, and in no time at all we had four more W studio portraits in the can.