I quite like rain. For some reason, other people don't. I will probably never understand why. Word on the street is that it can be wet...
Because I like rain but no one else does, I get so much pleasure from seeing angry people outside. All of a sudden there's countless amounts of disgruntled people for me to watch, or in this case, be creepy and take photos of.
|This is the same cyclist that abused me the other day.|
If you see him round, set a booby trap.
|I wish I got her face...she was so pissed!|
I find the umbrella...ironic.
|This dog was outside the post office.|
I think he's just sad 'coz he has to wait in the rain.
|This dude has a green shirt on. Wait...it has 'GREEN' in|
white print! What does it mean??!!
|Children apparently don't like being rained on either...|
|Lollipop man #1 (Quite angry)|
|Lollipop man #2 (Very angry) Well...this was awkward. He saw me.|
Maybe he wanted me to STOP? I took this awesome photo of his face
and then he yells 'Oi! What the fuck are you doing?' At that point
I decided to call it a day.
Here is a wet cat:
I think you're all ok.
Daniel Bennett: Please find me some angry Nebraskans in the rain.