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07/11/2004: "Picture me naked?"
So the strangest thing just happened to me.
I have been sitting in front of the computer (and the fan) pretty much all day working on getting the next 3 weeks worth of updates done for my website since I am leaving for New Zealand next Sunday. Bryn is away at a meeting in San Diego and I am just enjoying having the peace and quiet. I decide to get up and stretch, remembering that I wanted to water the plants outside in my "urban" garden. It's nice and cool outside as I am watering them and spraying for bugs, which I seem to have quite a few of. I am done and heading for the door when I see someone walking toward our "yard". This is strange, because normally on the weekends it is dead quiet around here and we don't see much of anyone except the occasional homeless guy shuffling through our dumpster for recycling.
This man, of Mexican decent, is dressed fairly casual-nice in shorts and a T-Shirt, his hair cut in a mullet with the back being long, down to the middle of his back. He walks through our gate. I say "Can I help you with something?" He holds out a digital camera and asks if I can take a picture of him out on the street, pointing right outside our gate. In the sunlight, he said. His car, a green Jeep Cherokee, is parked about 6 car-lengths away. "Why?" I ask. He shrugs and says just because.
I take the camera and follow him outside the gate, totally weirded out, but since it seems mostly harmless... I ask if he wants the picture taken vertically, he stands about 15 feet away and I take the picture. "There you go," I say, handing the camera back to him. As I am about to turn to walk back into our yard, he asks, "would you mind taking a picture of me naked?"
I look at him, laugh and say "Nice try!", then head back to the back door, keeping him in sight. Dejectedly, he hangs his head and shuffles back to his car as I go inside, locking the heavy gate/screen door to the warehouse and reach for the gun we keep near the door. He gets in his car and drives away.
End of story.
