OK, I am well aware that this is not a hot new fad.

The term exploded onto the linguistic scene back in 2012, when camera phones had become ubiquitous, and five full years have passed since "photobomb" was named “Word of the Year” by Collins English Dictionary.

But damn. It's still fun.

Your favorite columnist had a perfect opportunity during a recent vacation in Nashville. On a sunny day, on one of the many rooftop bars that line Honky Tonk Row in the heart of the downtown, two women who had been sitting at a table next to us stood up and prepared to shoot a selfie.

I simply couldn't resist. Jumped up from my table and unleashed my best version of a raving lunatic, mouth wide open, arms splayed, hands formed like claws.

The women didn't notice me in their viewfinder. They only realized they had been victimized after they sat back down and looked at the photo. Fortunately, they exploded in laughter and immediately turned around to see who the culprit was.

We talked. They were from Boston. They were going home soon. They were fun. The one with the camera took my number and texted me the photo.

Now, I imagine there are times when such well-intended fun is not well received. But I have yet to encounter any.

Nor have any of my Facebook friends.

Last week I posted my Nashville photobomb on my Facebook page and asked readers to post their own, be they bomber or bombee.

I got some great ones.

My favorite was a cat who was getting photobombed — by another cat. You don't see that every day.

It was shot by Joe Kleon at Kitten Krazy Inc. in Medina, where he serves is the shelter's photographer.

Speaking of animal interference, Wadsworth resident Nikki Hawk was trying to get a nice photo of herself and her husband, Steve, while they were vacationing in Kruger National Park in South Africa in November 2017. But they got photobombed by a pesky giraffe.

Among the posts was a celebrity bombing. The brother of Bath resident Rebecca Heim Sovchik pulled the trick on Bono, lead singer for U2.

John Heim, who lives in Yorba Linda, Calif., was in Las Vegas for a hockey tournament in 2014 and was strolling down Fremont Street when his friends spotted the superstar.

John's buddy's girlfriend wanted her photo taken with him, but her phone was buried in her purse, and Bono didn't want to stand around waiting. So Bono grabbed John's phone and prepared to take a selfie. John zoomed around behind them and created a world-class bomb job.

On rare occasions, the photobomber is in front of the victim, rather than behind. In that case, should he be called a suicide photobomber?

Anyway, a prime example was provided by Jennifer Luther, whose nephew, Cole, jumped to the forefront while she was attempting to take a photo of her son, Logan, on Ocean Isle Beach, N.C., last August.

Some people have sworn off the habit. Among them is Michael Kyner.

“No photobombing for me anymore,” he wrote. “People think something's wrong with their camera and take it back to the shop saying this horrible smudge kept showing up in the background anytime they take a pic.”

Photobombing isn't just for buffoons like us. Bill Clinton photobombed Kelly Clarkson at Barack Obama's second inauguration in 2013. Not long after, Clarkson pulled the stunt on Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi at the Grammy Awards.

Even Queen Elizabeth II got into the act, photobombing a couple of Australian athletes at the Commonwealth Games in Scotland in 2014.

So I guess you could say we are among royalty.

 

Bob Dyer can be reached at 330-996-3580 or bdyer@thebeaconjournal.com. He also is on Facebook at www.facebook.com/bob.dyer.31.