Welcome to Silver Moon, one of Atlanta's oldest barber shops.
I was told that I was allowed to take pictures at an angle from across the street so as to not annoy morning customers.
After several honest-to-goodness, rule-following attempts with different lenses and distances and angles, I wasn't satisfied. So I inched closer. And closer still.
Yes. I ignored the instructions from electric razor man. Then, I ran back to my car like a little girl.
Let this be a lesson to you.
When you're out on the street blipping away, never ask for a photograph--especially when you know you can out run your subjects.