Al Kaplan
Veteran
Ahmed, I hope that you politely offered her some tissue!
They throw peanuts at you and try to get you to move?
You want respect, you gotta dance, monkey boy.
I was in the 4 train in Manhattan a few days ago, late at night.
A malodorous woman got up from her seat, dropped her dress, and deposited a huge steaming defecation in the middle of the floor of the subway car, just as casually as if she were in a bathroom. She was even reading a newspaper and picking her nose.
Nobody gawked, but they all quickly moved to the other side of the car, and went into another part of the train at the next station. The smell was overbearing.
I feel this display reflected a terrible lack of manners. Unfortunately, I was not equipped with a camera, the Nikon D700 would have been up to the job.
I was in the 4 train in Manhattan a few days ago, late at night.
A malodorous woman got up from her seat, dropped her dress, and deposited a huge steaming defecation in the middle of the floor of the subway car, just as casually as if she were in a bathroom. She was even reading a newspaper and picking her nose.
Judging books by their covers, I'd say. Pity. There is always much more to a person than the way they look on the outside. To judge someone so is rather superficial.
Now twice in a the past month foreign tourists have shown up here with big cameras and bad manners. We usually don't get tourists, but it's not difficult to spot somebody in shorts with lardy white skin and bad muscle tone and cannot speak a single word of Portuguese.
The first one I never saw in person. I just heard about him later. He asked for me by name, and he must have hacked off the cafe owner because he told the guy he'd never heard of me. The people in the cafe related the story to me the following day with glee. They sensed something had not been right, not least his camera 'as big as those ones you see on TV at football matches' they said. Why does he need such a big camera? I told them he sounded like a plonker and they all agreed.
Then a week later I was having a morning coffee, flicking through the newspaper, half watching the TV when another one turned up. Shorts, white skin, no language skills and an enormous Canon SLR with a lens big enough to take on a safari. He too asked after me and where I lived. He was standing right next to me. The cafe owner flicked his eyes very discreetly in my direction asking the question, and I signaled back 'No'.
This time I was able to watch plonker #2 (everybody later agreed it was a different guy) who was scoping out the room like as if he was at the zoo and deciding how to best photograph some interesting animals.
Bad attitude. Everybody decided to put up a newspaper barricade, or turn the other way, or walk to another cafe nearby. There was no way plonker #2 was going to get a photo of any of us.
If you, like myself, photograph people with dignity and show them respect and take an interest after the 1/60 at f5.6 have you personally ever successfully 'covered your tracks' so that idiots do not follow later and mess up big time? It's a serious question.
OK, I confess, it was me. Dammit, man, I picked out those shorts JUST FOR YOU, and you didn't even LOOK at me!
At least nobody's pooping.
I live in NYC. Who has manners???
While the OP's visitor might have failed the assignment through lack of rapport, the OP's attitude of prejudice and derision toward strangers tells me he would have failed miserably too; and he certainly lost the opportunity to meet someone from another land and culture.
Now twice in a the past month foreign tourists have shown up here with big cameras and bad manners.
We usually don't get tourists, but it's not difficult to spot somebody in shorts with lardy white skin and bad muscle tone and cannot speak a single word of Portuguese.
The first one I never saw in person. I just heard about him later. He asked for me by name, and he must have hacked off the cafe owner because he told the guy he'd never heard of me.
The people in the cafe related the story to me the following day with glee. They sensed something had not been right, not least his camera 'as big as those ones you see on TV at football matches' they said. Why does he need such a big camera? I told them he sounded like a plonker and they all agreed.
Then a week later I was having a morning coffee, flicking through the newspaper, half watching the TV when another one turned up. Shorts, white skin, no language skills and an enormous Canon SLR with a lens big enough to take on a safari. He too asked after me and where I lived. He was standing right next to me. The cafe owner flicked his eyes very discreetly in my direction asking the question, and I signaled back 'No'.
This time I was able to watch plonker #2 (everybody later agreed it was a different guy) who was scoping out the room like as if he was at the zoo and deciding how to best photograph some interesting animals.