|.when a sign say's "NO TRESPASSING", it MEANS "no trespassing"!!!!|
THIS is my story and I'm stickin' to it:
The first time I got yelled at for trespassing, I HONESTLY didn't see the sign ... i really didn't!!
Since then ... well, that's an entirely different story.
I'd already been to the location in question a couple of times before; I'd returned to photograph some new things I hadn't gotten on the trips before. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this mangy-looking old farmer screeched up in his deliapidated old pickup and started screaming at me!! He scared the bajeezers out of me at first and as I turned, all I could see was this old guy, half hanging out of his pickup, yelling and pointing his long boney finger at me! Immediately I grabbed a hold of my trusty mace (that I always have hanging around my neck when i'm on a photographic field trip by myself) and I headed towards him. As I got closer to him I took a very firm hold of my camera too (which was also hanging around my neck), for fear he'd grab it from me!! I apologized to him but, he didn't wanna hear a word I had to say. He screamed a few obsenities about my trespassing and then yelled (spit flying!) that: "YOU PEOPLE! ... It's YOU PEOPLE who get the thieves over here on my property!! You put pictures of MY things on the blankety-blank internet and then they come and steal from me!" When I could get a word in edge-wise, I apologized again and told him that I hadn't SEEN his "no trespassing" sign. *I honestly hadn't* He just glared at me and started yelling some more!! "When a sign says NO TRESPASSING ... it means: 'NO TRESPASSING'" he declared. At that point, he screeched away, leaving gravel and dirt flying in my face. Six feet away from me, he threw the old beater in reverse and screeched back towards me. He just sat there, glaring at me ... his chest heaving with his upset. He clunked the stick shift into gear ... looked at me and, in an almost SOFT voice, he said, "I'm really sorry ... i think you're probably a nice girl."
A thick cloud of dirt and gravel settled around me. After it cleared, I took a deep breath, looked over at the tractor I'd been photographing and decided that, I guess I was DONE here for the day. Sadly, I didn't even get to photograph the old rusty trucks and cars on the back lot that I'd actually come here to do in the first place. And to be truthful ... even though I still WANT to ... maybe I never will. I'll just have to see ...