Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Don't bother me

I’ve been doing a lot of complaining in this blog lately. I almost can’t help it. I don’t want to focus on the negative, but certain things just irk me. Sometimes they’re little things, but they’re irksome.

Here’s an example. I was testing my new Blackberry’s built-in camera at a swing dance last Saturday. I was trying to get some great photos of the dancers, and that’s not so easy when you have people whirling about, constantly in motion.

This older gentleman comes up besides me and decides to start chatting away. “So, what kind of camera is that?” he asks. I explain that it’s actually a Blackberry with a built-in camera. “How many megapixels?” “I don’t know yet,” I say, trying to be polite when demonstrating studied disinterest. “How much is the bill for that per month?” he asks, and so forth.

Eventually, I had to say, “Sorry, but can we discuss this later? I’m trying to take some pictures here, and timing is critical. You have to catch people just as their faces become visible and they’re preferably in some sort of dramatic pose.” Now, I think that most people understand that intuitively, but I guess it wasn’t so obvious to him.

He’s a nice guy, but a little bit dim at times. It’s not the first time that I’ve seen this side of him. I sense that he feels a strong need for human contact, but just doesn’t know how to go about getting it.