This afternoon I took a photo of a parking cop placing a ticket on a car. She noticed that I took the photo and approached me.

"How ya doing?" I asked.

"Did you just take a photo of me?" she enquired.

"I sure did."

"Well I'd like you to stop it!" she coughed.

"Sure, no problem, I won't be taking any more" I assured her.

"You can't take photos of me anyway, I'm working." she claimed.

"Ah, no. I'm in a public place and you've viewable from a public place so I'm free to take photos. Do you know anything about law pertaining to photography?"

"Can I have your film?" she asked. I was using my R-D1 which has its design closely modelled on that of a 1959 rangefinder camera so it certainly looks like a film camera.

"Now way!" I said with a look on my face that said something more like "Are you fucking crazy?"

"What's it for and why are you taking photos?"

"I'm a photographer. I take photos." was the natural response. "And don't worry, it's only for personal use. In fact, I would need your permission to use it commercially."

"Well I've had a lot of photos taken of me and I don't like it."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, you know, people don't like us." she revealed.

"Well that's got nothing to do with me. Have a nice day."