This One’s for You, A*****e
So Josh and I were hanging out in a parking lot, near a sweet little 1/2 mile walking track. We’re laughing and taking pictures:
Josh was doing figure 8’s and I was experimenting with long exposure:
Just as Josh was finishing up a few tight laps, a white car slowly approached us: Security. Great.
And it went a little something like this:
“Is this private property?”
“Yeah, you know you’re not supposed to be taking pictures.”
“Um, no. I didn’t, Is it private property?”
“Have you been taking pictures?”
“Well…yeah, of him,” I said, pointing to Josh. “Is the grass and walking track public, or is that private too?”
[No answer. Again.]
“You know I could take your camera if I wanted to?”
And then he went on to tell me how much control he had over me (etc. etc.) and didn’t like my “bad attitude” (get in line, dude!) and that he (again) could take my camera away.
Good grief- I really have had it with men who want to control a woman because THEY THINK THEY CAN. It’s absolutely abusing one’s “power” because he has a gun and a government vehicle.
I went over to the gazebo, stuffed my camera in my bra and dared him to say another word.
“Josh, can you pick me up over here please? UNBELIEVABLE,” I said, standing a few feet away. I was beyond pissed.
And just so you know Mr. Security dude, I DID take pictures of your building.
And this one’s for you, a*****e:
The same location:
And some of the kids:
And for the record, there was this one security guard that works with you. He stopped me one day in the winter time as I parked my car in your parking lot. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was taking pictures. I asked him if it was alright if I took some shots of one of the old buildings. He said, “Sure.” I ran all the way there and back, as I knew I needed to hurry, and I did that to be considerate.
Everything worked. See?
Get a clue, douchebag. <<<<<<<<—————–