Photo shop?

I was working in a photo store, which specializes in restoring old photographs, when a lady brought in a old picture of a man sitting behind a cow, milking it.

Her: Can you fix this picture for me?

Me: Sure. What would you like us to do?

Her: Can you move the cow?

Me: Move the cow?

Her: I want to know what my great-grandfather looked like. That’s him.

She pointed to the feet sticking out under the cow.

Me: I don’t think we can do that.

Her: Just move the cow over, and we’ll be able to see his face.

Me: I’m sorry. We don’t have the technology to do that.

Her: (getting huffy) Well, I guess I’ll just take this somewhere else.