Where is the rejection you may ask. The photographer for the skirts blowing up... "Want to have dinner with me after the race?" says me. "I have to work," says he. But I got a pretty cool photo out of it. That ain't awful!
*edited to add: Kerry says, "you missed out your epic craze-making photo-bombing." (true... I started photo bombing every time I could... before you could say kimchi, it became a race fad! That's me... cutting edge!)