This reminds me of a moment on the most awful night of my life. I was stranded penniless in a bar in a strange city as my ex fucked around partying with other women (I broke up with him moments before. But he drove me there, so I was stuck.) I found a quiet corner to cry in as I tried to figure out what the fuck I was supposed to do next.

Some girl came over, saw me bawling, and asked to take my picture. The fuck? You see somebody crying alone and your response is to try taking a picture of them? What is wrong with some people?