People did not take photos of their food at restaurants back then. People also did not back up to the edge of Grand Canyon so they could get that "selfie". In fact, if you said you were taking a selfie back in the 1980s, people just assumed you were playing with yourself.
Those were the good old simple days. You shot your roll of film and then went to the Fotomat at the strip mall, a tiny little building in the middle of the parking lot, and you filled out a long white envelope with all your pertinent information, dropped the film into the envelope, sealed it and dropped it into a big box with a slot on it (if it was after hours).
Five days later you would show up to collect your developed photos only to be told that they weren't ready yet. So you went to the arcade, played a few games of PacMan and went home.
A few days later, your photos were ready and you paid the disinterested clerk the seven dollars and went through your photos in the car. Out of the 15 or so photos, two or three were of total blackness, three or four were all blurry and if you were lucky, you got about a half a dozen keepers that you would eventually insert into the plastic sleeve of a photo album and carefully print out a sentence or two about who was in the picture and where it was taken.
More likely however, you wrapped the photos in a rubber band and put them aside in a desk drawer for sorting out later. Eventually, they ended up stored in cardboard boxes up in your attic. Go ahead, go check them out. They are probably still there today.
