I had my cover story down. With my official school district I.D. dangling from my shirt I was ready to play the “I’m a junior high math teacher taking pictures of geometric shapes for my class” card. It’s worked before, and I’m sure I’ll use it again.
I headed over to the garden center, figuring there would be fewer people there, fewer weird looks.
I was walking down the isle, the wall ‘o color in sight at the other end.
His manner takes a 180° turn, all of a sudden he becomes not only polite, but quite apologetic.
I tell him that it’s no problem, that I understand and he thanks me for being so understanding. I left with five pictures worth of ill gotten booty, figuring that telling this story would be worth a thousand pictures.