Betty... on tour!!
There's a story about how I aquired Betty, and more stories leading to her winding up being painted silver, and I'll get it down here eventually. However, there's a story about getting this shot..
We're situated on the outskirts of the Green in Morristown. My car is parked at the curb, and I've got her set up on the trunk of the car. People are walking by- mostly bar-hoppers. One group of guys walks by and almost don't see me... almost. Just when they've passed me, one of them notices, and stops his B.S. drunk talk abruptly and says, "Woah! Freak! Liberal!" and keeps walking. Freak, ok. I get that. (A lot). But I'm labelled a liberal for taking a picture of a silver mannequin? Um... Not as funny as being called the name "Book reader!" but it's up there with the oddest attempts at insults I've received.