for this they called the cops
… and so, I decided to try and lift my spirits and take photographs of the world after the storm. I dragged my puffy/splotchy-faced self outside, walked the few blocks into the center of town, and took pictures of the sky and a mostly empty and under construction parking lot, and then walked inside a drug store for some sweets.
Within 5 minutes I was approached by a police officer. In the store.
Someone had called the police and reported me for taking pictures.
Thank you for ruining my attempt at combatting my mood of morose doom.
(These American suburbanites DO realise that there are CCTV cameras on the interior and perimeter of essentially EVERY commercial building, right?!)