Ever try to take one of those candid photos of a stranger?

You know what I'm talking about, don't lie, we've ALL done it.
You stand beside something that seems ridiculous or uninteresting to take a picture with, smile like an idiot, then your buddy zooms in on the guy behind you with a receding hair line shaped a little like Texas; or the person with the questionable gender in the booth over whom you're SURE has a mustache but you just don't know and will seek counsel with photographic evidence with someone more knowledgeable; and, of course, the pasty vampire/ninja HAS to be browsing leather chokers beside you, whom you're convinced only left his belfry because it's the full moon AND you found out he needed a crystal for his magical wooden staff (<---True story).
It always happens and these people seemingly ask for it stepping out into public.

I had an incident like that today. The guy seemed a little tethered, frayed on the edge (of his nerves, no doubt) and a bit, well, not to seem inconsiderate towards his plight, but, quackers.
I think he noticed though, so I just faked a photo with a shit ton of old coke bottles and got my ass out of there.

I risked my life for your viewing pleasure. Hope you're happy.

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