Did I take a picture of him? Or did he photobomb my street scene...
So I took his photo again. And this time I really did feel like it.
-- Umm, what?
"Why did you take my picture back there on the road?"
-- Umm, I felt like it?
"What are you, undercover or something?"
-- Undercover what?
"Man, it's a good thing I practice transcendental meditation."
-- Yeah, I don't think the meditation thing is working.
"F---ing a--hole!"