So I needed new tires. What better place to go is the tire place next to this other place that does car work. In a semi sketchy place, i park my car and wait in the one car line in front of me to get newly used tires.
I bust out the hassy like usual. i have been on a shooting rampage, and anything catches my eye ( I need to chill out.) So here I am aiming my uneven stare at these tires and i hear in the most curious tone with a hint of asshole
"What are you doing?"
I replied with the deep and philosophical with the question tone added at the end...
"Taking a picture? What are you doing?"
He said
Why?
I said
"Because I am a photographer? That's probably it."
"But why are you taking pictures of tires? Why tires man?"
The lady whose car he was messing with said,
"He is a fine art photographer."
I said "Exactly. Thank you for the title."
So we get to taking the tires off of my car. I am sitting close to the guy who was questioning my photographic motives.
Every time he unscrewed a lugnut, he asked if I wanted to take a picture.
1 comment:
Isn't it interesting how circumscribed people are, so that if they see anything even remotely unusual, they get their panties in a tight little bunch?
Good anecdote.
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