Poser.
This morning I
refrained from using a public toilet, because a professional photographer stood outside taking pictures made me feel too self-conscious.
I’m aware
that this isn’t a standard problem. Unless you’re me; this sort of thing tends to
follow me about.
I assumed he was
professional because he had a tripod. He seemed too well-equipped to be a pervy
opportunist. It also wasn’t very subtle; unless he was relying on the premise
of being hidden in plain sight.
The subject of
his attention was a flat-capped man on a mobility scooter, who looked suitably
nonplussed. He kept coming out of the disabled toilet while the faux-David-Bailey
snapped away; it was like a modern day ‘Blow-Up’, recast for restricted access.
I couldn’t work
out why the man kept going in and out. Surely his movement wouldn’t show up in
the picture; unless they planning to make some sort of GIF.
Despite the urgent call of nature, I walked on by. The resulting picture would probably
crop up in the local paper; this was the sort of coverage I could do without.
I don’t want to
get a reputation for hanging around public toilets.