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Oh, and then there was this one. I took some shots around here because I was trying to burn off some film in a camera I was testing. Guy comes up to me, starts chatting with me, asking if I'm a photographer, why I'm taking pictures of that, etc. Like in a friendly way. We part ways and I continue on down the street.
A few minutes later, I'm walking by a parking lot and he pulls up in front of me blocking my path, gets out, gets really serious and informs me that he's friends with the guy who owns that apartment and wants to make sure I'm not, and I quote, "on the job". That's when I realize I'm in the "Little Italy" section of Niagara Falls and that the guy talking to me is an Italian gentleman driving a really nice, big, black SUV.
He seemed to accept my assurances that I was not taking pictures either for the Police or for people planning to rob the place. But I'm left with the feeling that I came really close to pissing off someone in the mafia.
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