“Smile, Barry! Fake some emotion like the rest of us do every second of our lives!”
Not me! If you want me to smile, then you better be doing something hilarious. Pointing a camera at me is not hilarious.
So lately, I’ve been doing an exercise in timing (because I got bored of trying to get the gas pump to stop exactly on the dollar). If I’m in a photo with a girl, I say something sexist/racist/whatever, along the lines of “you’re even more Chinesey-looking than your sister” just before the photo gets taken. Afterwards, I inquire as to the manner in which they are enjoying “them” pomaceous fruits of Malus domestica.