So, I’m out today for a ride on the Fabled Burke-Gilman trail, and have ridden it further than ever before, clear around the top of Lake Washington to where it joins the Sammamish River Trail. Tis a beautiful day, so I stopped to take a photo of the lake between two houses.
A gentleman and his wife join the trail at this point from the street below. I politely wave him by, and he says:
“As a neighbor, we don’t like people taking photos of the houses.”
I laugh, which is generally my reaction to sudden, blatant stupidity.
“I was taking a picture of the water, so no worries.”
“Yes,” says Mr. Cranky Pants, “but the house will be in it, won’t it?”
He rode off before I could answer: “not if I can crop it out.”
So what was this guy’s problem? I’m hardly going to take a photo of my bike and post it, with a corner of a random house in the background, to robmeplease.com.
Oh, Stewardess, I speak Rich!
“Look, you hipster with the crappy beat-up piece of shit bike, I worked hard to own a house with an unobstructed view of Lake Washington. It’s not my fault they put a public bike trail right behind it. Now stop taking pictures of MY damn view, you lowly pleb!”
Oh, now I get it.