Situation:
Yesterday I was sitting at the bus stop on the corner of Locust and Oakland. A very busy intersection with a lot of opportunities to people watch.
I was on the phone with Patrick, resting my elbow on my knee and my chin on my palm blabbing on about my day. I was absently mindedly gazing at the Subway across the street when there was suddenly a man blocking my view.
He was 6'1" or 6'2", had a large beer belly. He was wearing a white Atomic Records t-shirt, but his large, hairy belly was poking out the bottom of the shirt. He had a brown suit coat over the t-shirt and khaki pants. His hair was shoulder length, dirty and barely contained under a neon green ski cap. He had large plastic framed glasses on and was holding a camera up to his face.
I glance up at him and realize he was attempting to take my picture. He exchanged no words with me, just stood in front of me and made awkward noises as I attempted to hide my face with my hand. I tried to make it look like I was rubbing my forehead, but I'm pretty sure he could tell what I was doing.
After about thirty seconds he shuffled away , slowly following and older couple he apparently knew. He looked back and caught me staring at him, and again attempted to take my picture, but I turned my head away.
The entire time I kept thinking why don't I just ask him what the fuck is he doing and tell him he can't take my picture.
I'm a sissy.
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