So the weekend ended on a shitty note, and that usually spells disaster for Monday.
Today was trying from the start. Bad sleep, a lot of stress, and it followed me all day at work. On the way home, I figured the perfect cure for my malaise was to shoot some abandonment.
Went to a house that I've been to many times. Parked my car in the usual spot, a residential street directly across from the abandoned house. Grab my camera, and proceed to walk down the street.
"What are you doing?" says the woman from her driveway, who is holding onto her young daughter. "Just going to take a few pictures in the abandoned house across the street" I reply.
"Why?" she asks. I start to explain the 365, but she interrupts. "We have a serious neighborhood watch here, and I don't know who you are. If you don't leave, I'm calling the police. People have been trying to abduct our children around here." From the car in her driveway, Grandma says "Just call the Police." Out comes her phone.
Normally, I would just be like "See if I give a shit. Call the Police." My luck, today I forgot my wallet at work. No license, no ID, no nothing. I don't need the hassle. I said, "No problem. Sorry to bother you. I won't park on your street." She calls the Police anyway as I'm leaving.
It's days like today that I just hate people. Not all of them. Just all the assholes I run into.