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November 30, 2007
Seizure Salad
After leaving my pharmacy this afternoon I had to waste some time until SEPTA’s disabled fares started again at 5:30. I was at 12th & Chestnut Sts., wandered into the PA Convention Center and took the escalator up into what used to be the train shed. I forgot how huge it was. I walked towards the Arch St. side and saw that there was a buffet of come kind. You can see it in the bottom center of the picture. It was dinner for attendees at the American Epilepsy Society and it sure looked delicious. Sadly it was mostly pasta so I had to settle for asparagus, cheese cubes, some slices of fresh mozzarella, a little sausage and a Diet Coke. There was a photographer on a ladder who gave me the hairy eyeball but otherwise no one batted an eyelash.
After I finished my food I went to the men’s room to take a piss and put everything I was carrying into my backpack, mostly because I didn’t want to risk losing my prescriptions or having them stolen on the trolley. When I left I thought I looked a little more “legitimate” than when I had entered. I walked back across the long space, turned around and took out my camera to take a picture of the hall.
“Excuse me sir. You can’t take pictures in here.” I asked why as I adjusted my camera’s white balance. The woman at the security desk actually said, “Because you’re not allowed,” like she was my mom or something. Again I asked why and again she couldn’t give me a reason. It was really ridiculous. I said “You can arrest me if you want to but I’m taking this picture.” She made a sweeping motion to indicate that I should move along. I said “Arrest me,” raised the camera to my eyes and snapped the picture. She kept making that motion as I turned back towards the escalators and left.
This is the second time this month I’ve been asked to not take a photo in what is basically a public place—third if I count the Dollar Store incident. It’s insane as far as I’m concerned. What the fuck are they thinking? At least the adorable cops in the subway had a reason: “We’re preventing another terrorist catastrophe.” It was absurd but it was a reason. This woman today couldn’t do anything but tell me “them’s the rules.”
Well, here’s the forbidden picture. I’m ready for my arrest.
I’m listening to “No One Needs My Love Today” by Samantha Juste. from Dream Babes Vol.3: Backcomb ’n’ Beat
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