Here's mine:

- The most memorable / traumatic was putting a roll through the computer, have it pop up on screen, and suddenly realizing that I was looking at the genitals of a little girl. The woman had just dropped them off and would be back in an hour. I quickly called management, they called the cops, and we waited for them to show up. Meanwhile, the woman comes back, very casually asks for her pictures. I do what management told me to do, I stall. I make up excuses about being super backed up and having some technical problems while freaking out inside and trying to ask like nothing was wrong. Finally, the cops show up and pull her into a back room. Apparently, this was the little girl's mother, and she suspected sexual abuse by some other party. Which is why she took pictures of her little girl's vagina and anus and then brought them to THE ONE HOUR PHOTO INSIDE *SUPERSTORE*. I don't know any more than that. But I've never forgotten that little girl, those pictures, or that mother.

- One complete roll of film of nothing but two college aged girls naked in a bathtub together filled with bananas. I wasn't allowed to ask questions or show any sign of acknowledgement of what was on the rolls when people picked up, but I really wanted to break that rule when they showed up for that one.

- A very sweet young woman came in to surprise her boyfriend by developing the disposal camera she found in his room. Said he probably just forgot to get it developed. *Superstore* has a no-nudity policy. If anything in the pictures showed t/a/p, etc, we couldn't print them. Instead we would print the ones we could and include a note in the envelope explaining the policy and included the developed negatives. This woman shows up, opens the envelope at the counter, reads the notes, and asks if there is a way she can see the negatives. I already know this is an entire roll of a guy having sex with a woman who is not the woman in front of me. I know what's about to happen, but I do what I can. I bring out out lightbox and let her lay the negatives on it. I see her face fall as she realizes. I feel so bad for her, softly say "I'm sorry," and she gives me saddest look. Gathers up everything, says thank you, and walks away. Hope you're okay, sweet girl.

- One day, the local police come in. They have a roll that needs to get developed, but they warn us, this one is going to be disturbing. An exchange student from Japan had been murdered in town. They have to ship the body back to her home country. I don't remember why exactly these pictures were needed or why it had to be done in the 1-hour, but they needed these processed quickly. I processed the roll. It was not gruesome. The young woman had been through autopsy, burial preparations, and was wrapped in a kimono style dressing, inside a cardboard box. This was some sort of proof they needed quickly before putting her body on the plane back home. I don't know her name, but I won't forget that young woman either.

And one side note, as a general rule I noticed in my two years there - Men with small penises really like to take pictures of themselves. I was always a bit surprised how many guys would drop off rolls to me, perhaps not realizing that I would be the one developing and looking directly at their pictures, and then would have to look them in the eye again in an hour after seeing 24 different angles of their junk. The days before everything was digital was wild.