Unfiltered Story #293655
I’m a semi-pro photographer. That is, I sometimes get paid for it, but not usually. As such, I’m aware of the code of ethics for photographing people. Also, I like to think I’m a decent human being. The person I just encountered, not so much. For those people who find it hard to believe how incredibly badly some people act in retail environments, this person flipped out at me on a city street. I’ve got a widness.
I’m working on a project for which I needed a picture of some Spanish moss. It doesn’t even have to be a great picture — it’s going to be about 2″ square in the final product — so a quick snap with my smartphone would be sufficient. There was a suitable clump of the stuff along a major road in my town, so we parked in a nearby parking lot and went to get a picture of it. In retrospect, I’m glad we were parked behind a building, where this person could not see the car.
The Spanish moss was growing one of a row of decorative trees along the road. After I got my pictures, I decided to walk up a few trees to where there was some hanging lower, where I might get a picture of how it attaches to the branch in case I needed it. That’s when a wild Karen appeared.
She was driving a red Jeep. That was the first thing I noticed, as this bright red vehicle pulled up on the sidewalk and started coming my way. I dove behind a sturdy tree; people around this area routinely crash into trees, signs, fences, brick walls, and the sides of buildings. The vehicle stopped, though, and a woman hopped out. She seemed fairly ordinary — late 50s, maybe, kind of short and plump, casually dressed, though with weirdly purple-and-gray streaked hair that looked like the unfortunate results of a home dye job gone bad. And no mask. She didn’t look much unlike me, actually, except for the hair and the mask. We continued walking that way, and she starts calling out to us:
“During the pandemic, I’m taking pictures of photographers. I saw you back there taking a picture of something in the tree. Could you go do that again?”
Well, I wasn’t about to pose for some random stranger to begin with — I don’t really want to be on someone’s Facebook page — and my knee was killing me, so I definitely didn’t want to go back half a block to the clump of Spanish moss and, well, point my phone at it. (what an exciting picture!)
“Sorry, I’d prefer not to.” That seems like a reasonable reply, no? Expecting a normal interaction with this person, I was very polite, almost apologetic. You’d expect it would end there, with some comment like “Thanks anyway”, a wave, and her driving off. That’s what a professional would do. Or a semi-pro. Or a decent human being.
Not Karen.
She freaked out. As in totally flipped her … stuff. She started screaming. (literally screaming!) Among the things she repeatedly screamed was that I should be ashamed of myself. That as a photographer myself, I should pose for her pictures. She went on and on and on … I’m surprised she didn’t give herself a coronary. She kept coming back to how I should be ashamed of myself for not posing for her.
I decided I just didn’t need to deal with this nutcase, and headed back the way we’d come. She was still screaming behind me. She finally got back in her vehicle and, as she drove past us, repeatedly blew her horn.
I was on my way to Walmart to pick up some frozen veggies; I checked the parking lot for red Jeeps as I went in. This isn’t a very large town — I have no doubt I’ll see her again. Hopefully before she sees me.
Because holy mooing cow … she was without question the most entitled human being I have ever come across. Those who do not obey her whims should be ashamed of themselves?