Last night, the guys and I decided to go for a movie after dinner. As usual, I picked to watch a different movie than theirs; while they made a decision to watch Body of Lies, I was more eager to watch the movie adaptation of a fantasy novel I just read and reviewed, The City of Ember. After an hour and a half, sitting through what I affirm the worst movie adaptation in the history of cinema, I found out that I had at least 40 minutes to spare before Body of Lies finishes its run. So, I resolved to head to the nearby Borders store and have some coffee at Seattle’s Best upstairs, and maybe enjoy reading a book.
Finally, I went there, picked Post Office, had my coffee, and sat at one of those leather chairs you see at similar coffeehouses. Not long after that, a guy came in from the top floor entrance of the store along with a bag of McDonald’s Dollar Menu. He was a tall man, warning some sort of a fedora hat that covered most of his brownish hair expect for his ponytail, and a backpack that is generally used for hiking. I didn’t want to occupy my time with him; we have our fair share of weirdos in our area and I’m kinda used to it. So, he sat in the chair across of me, munching from whatever came out of his McDonald’s bag – which I’m pretty sure it’s not permitted inside the store – while reading a newspaper he placed on the small coffee table.
The man finished his meal, tossed his McDonald’s bag aside, wiped his hands using a napkin, and then grabbed a small digital camera from his backpack. Even though I was reading, I couldn’t help but to notice the unsettled movement across of me. He started to take some pictures without using a flash. I thought he was just taking some pictures of the interior of the store. And he was, for a while before I felt that his lens was aiming at me.
He took a picture of me. I thought maybe he’s taking a picture of whatever was or were behind me, so I didn’t react.
OK, this one was definitely aiming at me. The guy is nuts, I thought. And just before he took a third one, I lowered my book from my face, and looked at him.
“Excuse me, are you taking pictures of me?”
He freaked out.
“Oh man, you ruined it, that was supposed to be the perfect shot”
Now, the rest of the people who sat next to us were started to stare at us. I frowned.
“Of you of course. You had a gripping look while you were engrossing in reading that book of yours. I couldn’t help but not to take some pictures.”
His choice in vocabulary isn’t as bad I thought it would be, coming from a hippy-looking person, but still, I was pissed.
“And who the hell gave you the authority to do that?”
“I didn’t want to bother you. I wanted to take a natural looking picture”.
“Still, that doesn’t give you the permission to go around and take people pictures as you please. There’s something called privacy, I suggest you look it up while you are in a bookstore”.
“But you looked so good”.
That’s it. Either he had a sick crush on me or he was just plain idiot with a fedora hat. Few seconds and the young woman who was handling the music section of the store came just in time before I kicked his ass. I thought, “Where the hell have you been from the moment that guy entered the store with his McDonald’s bag”.
“Is there a problem, sir?”
“Yes, there’s a problem. My problem is that gentleman over there is taking pictures of me without permission”.
Then she quickly swirled her whole body to his direction, in one single motion. I thought she was a robot or a cyborg.
“Sir, you cannot take pictures inside the store. It’s forbidden”.
“Yes, it’s the store’s policy”.
“Screw your policies. I am a man of free will”.
“I am a man of free will myself, but you don’t see me taking pictures of people without them knowing”.
He quickly packed his stuff and looked at the young woman.
“That’s the last time I’ll ever come to one of your stores. It’s the last time!”
And then, just a like a broken record, he repeatedly mumbled his last sentence, and even started to talk to the people nearby regarding his unfair treatment. Thankfully, no one gave him a damn attention to him until he finally got out of the store. I was pissed and just wanted to get the hell out of here. As I was heading downstairs, my phone beeped and it was my friend Jay. You guys remember him, right?
“Hey, we are done with the movie. Where are you?”
“Good. Stay right there while I go to the Apple store nearby to pick a Nano. You finally convinced me to buy one after you showed me yours today”.
“I don’t care. I just want to get the f*** out of here right now”.
“Why? What happened?”
“I have been paparazzied!”