The Photo Booth from Hell

From the new photo booth was heard a thunderous boom each time its bright flash lit. At the same time the booth swayed and shuddered, and its queue of customers ducked sideways as the curtain blew straight out with a gust of rain-drenched wind. For a few seconds one could view the wet, buffeted, booth occupant holding himself on the piano-type stool with white-knuckled hands. His face was stiff with a silly grin as he stared wild eyed at the sea storm video.

He later caught his breath waiting for his photos as his girlfriend entered the booth to choose the same photo session or another program such as a dusty bucking bronco ride, as Frankenstein with the smell of ozone and burnt flesh or a third degree interrogation amid shouts and shocks.