Back on topic....
Apart from the occasional heart-stopping scream by passing motorists, (you know the type - the good ol' boys who like to play baseball with mail boxes on country roads) I can only think of one comment that put me off my dinner, so to speak. I was doing some shooting of railroad tracks along one of Windsor, Ontario's more colourful streets when something akin to a mirage appeared in the distance. It appeared to be someone walking, but the motion was all wrong, like there were extra joints in the hips or something. Within a few moments the mirage had resolved itself into a badly dressed, badly made up, badly aging woman who was thrusting her hips from side to side as she walked, in what she could only have supposed was a provocative manner. I did my best to ignore this approaching horror, but as she passed, she croaked, "you can take pictures of ME, honey." I couldn't have packed up and retreated any faster if she had pulled a gun on me.