Three dyncor (pvt. security) beefs told me sternly inside the US embassy last night as 40/50 somethings bellowed karaoke inside a pre-fab dining hall.
I can generally handle getting shot at. I don’t really care about how much money I make. I’ve learned to sleep just about anywhere and not complain, but when someone tells me not to take pictures, there is a switch that goes off and I don’t feel so friendly, smiley anymore. Good thing they had guinness for only $2.
I had to ask them which one ‘he’ was so they didn’t decide to take out all their pent up frustrations on my little point and shoot camera. What did they think I was going to do with pictures of the Ambassador anyhow? Maybe I could have planned a suicide mission with information about how he socializes? Maybe I was going to identify him as the ambassador from the photos I was taking . .. . yes this must have been it. Good thing they stopped me, otherwise the price of guinness would have gone up.
[a former member]
2005-02-25 21:19:28 UTC
Mar 12 2008