When I was in high school, I was in a community service club and needed my parents to drop me off at the mall, where I was going to be ringing bells for the Salvation Army with my friends. My parents kept talking about wanting to take a picture and I told them that they absolutely, under no circumstances, were going to make me stand for a photo out front of the mall. It would be too embarrassing. Instead, they decided to creepily drive by at about 5 miles an hour as they were leaving the parking lot with the window rolled down and my dad hanging out the window with his camera. It was then forever known as the “drive by” photo taking. I was mortified.