Day Thirty Seven

Have I ever expressed to you how much I loathe teenagers? They can be so rude, inconsiderate, and pardon my language... but FUCKING HEARTLESS DICKLESS MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES!

Today I was out shooting a cute, curly headed blonde 18 month of boy and his sweet, polite 3 year old brother out at the Mines. Little Parker is a typical 18 month old... always on the go. You know how impossible it is for me to get Knox to sit for a Session? Same goes with this little boy. I was using that antique wooden chair {the one I used for Knox's last shoot} but he grew tired of the sitting game quickly. As he went running off the other direction, around the corner, I followed. Capturing him running awkwardly and looking back smiling to make sure his Mom and Big Bro were coming too. During which, a pack of 10-12 teenage boys pass us.... even saying 'Hi' to myself and my clients.

Once I was done shooting Parker on the go, we rounded that corner on the trail again to collect the chair and my car keys {I was wearing those grey plaid shorts you like, which have no pockets, so I just set my keys down where I was sitting} and... everything was GONE. We literally were FEET away from where everything was sitting {off to the side of the trail even in the tall grass, not in the way whatsoever} and those little shits took it.

Since we were at the end of the Session, we all took off towards the parking lot, hoping we could find the boys. All we found... that antique chair... in pieces, shattered all over the trail. They broke it. Smashed it. DESTROYED it. A little kids chair. A little kid that they even said Hi to. Tell me, what was the purpose of this?! I gave it everything I had not to break down and cry right there. THEN, I remembered... the pricks still have my car keys.

My car has been totally rifled through. My bags are all open, every single zipper on my camera bag open, my purse open. They must have been looking for cash, which luckily, I had none that I can recall. I may have had a $10 in my camera bag that I keep just in case I need to buy a drink while at a Wedding, but I know for certain that my purse was cash-free because I had to use my debit card the night before to purchase a green tea. + no worries, my debit card was safe at home on the Computer Desk since I had used it earlier in the day to make a print order. Either way, I called the cops + filed a report. There was NO reason for this.

I blame it on bad parenting, really. If you are taught respect, you don't go out breaking people's shit. Let alone, a child's. What makes the whole thing worse, is that the chair wasn't even mine. I borrowed it from B Farbers sister {who is also a photographer} for my Back-to-School Mini Sessions I'm doing this weekend.

Anyways... I did go looking for them after the cop left. It's probably a good thing I didn't find them... because I was carrying one of the chair legs with me, which was broken into a nice sharp point.