A long time ago - in a shop not too far away from where I am now - I used to operate the photo lab among all the other retail duties one could think of. Thoroughly enjoyed it too.
Anyway, had one elderly gent come in looking to have a negative enlarged. I asked him which one (they tend to get cut into strips of four to six frames) and he tried angling it to the light to get a better look. He couldn't remember which one of the four similar pictures it was so I offered him the use of the lightbox and loupe. It was very much appreciated and he very deliberately and very precisely pointed out the exact one he wanted. It was really quiet and I was really bored so instead of the usual three-day service I just said to come back in about an hour.
So the scanner we had seemed to scan from one side to the other and depending on how you oriented the negative decided on which way round it scanned. It didn't matter for the sake of the printing of course. The scan was also a fairly slow process by today's standards.
Once the scan started I began to see what I thought was the bottom of the picture - a floor, the base of a door-frame and some high heels.
There were legs in those high heels. Nice legs too. This person is obviously standing in a doorway between what looks like a kitchen and maybe a living room? I'm keenly aware that my head is now tilted at near to 90 degrees to the left.
Up to the hips to what would have been considered sexy underwear / beachwear for perhaps the 60's? 70's? I'm now aware my colleague is now looking at the screen and his head is tilted in much the same manner.
The stomach area now. Very well toned. But the hair is seriously putting me off. Heads still tilted, brows beginning to furrow in confusion.
Myself and my colleague are now concerned at what comes next which, if you know much about human anatomy is...
A towel. A light-coloured towel seemed to be pinned or suspended across the frame covering the upper body from just below breast height right the way up the remainder of the door.
We printed it. The arguments started.
"No no, seriously. Look at those legs! There's no way that's a guy!"
"Look at the hands. And look at the hair on the abdomen! That's definitely not a woman in that picture"
This went on for about ten minutes when the customer came back. Nobody was going to ask the question. After opening the envelope and looking at the picture, he smirked, thanked us and left the shop.
I think I got trolled by an old man before trolling was even a thing.