I walked into a photo equipment store; following the owner and another man through the front door. I just happened to walk up to the shop as the two of them were exiting the shuttered retail space next door. As they walked over to the front counter, I overheard them discussing a deal for leasing the space next door that the shop owner seemed to own as well.
Shop Owner: ”I purchased that space from a photographer; I got it for a steal.”
Other guy: ”Really?”
Shop Owner: ”Yeah. We negotiated a deal but a few months later, he tried to renege on it and said he wanted it back. I gave him usage privileges but he still bitched and moaned about losing the space. So, I had to lock him out.”
Other guy: ”I hate dealing with photographers; they are a strange creature.”
Shop Owner: ”I know… always taking stuff personal, and getting their feelings hurt…”
I went to the shop this particular morning after a very politically straining and irritating episode at work. This was supposed to be some retail therapy. But instead, after overhearing their rant on photographers, I gave an overt sigh and eye roll in response to their over generalization of my professional brethren and stomped out.