This ill tempered old ass-wipe is a fortune teller who sets up on the sidewalk a few blocks from my house. I asked if I could take his picture. He said no, so I went on my way. The next day I asked again. Again he said no.
It got to be a game. I’d ask to take his picture every day, and every day he refused. One day he had a customer. I asked her if I could take her picture and she said yes. But the grumpy old asshole emphatically said no and even stood up and took a couple of steps toward me. I returned my camera to my pocket and continued down the sidewalk.
From that day on I decided to ignore him. If able, I’d cut a fart as I passed him, otherwise I didn’t acknowledge him in any way. Then one day he was asleep sitting up as I passed. I quickly got his picture.
I had the picture printed and laminated at a nearby shop. The next day I handed it to him as I passed. He took it, looked at it, scowled, and tossed it into the bushes behind him. A few hours later when I passed by again he was gone, as was the picture. Of course anything could have happened to the picture, but maybe he took it with him. Maybe someone else picked it up.
I wonder if the old fortune telling piece of shit foresaw his picture would be posted on SzS for hundreds of people to see. Would he care?