Let me tell you about how I got shouted at when I tried to take pictures of tacky-ass shit in Macau.
Photos 1 & 2:
Man in black jacket: YOU CAN’T TAKE PHOTOS HERE! YOU CAN’T TAKE PHOTOS HERE!
Lok: Sorry (putting phone down)
Man: YOU CAN’T TAKE PHOTOS HERE!
Lok: I know. I heard you. I can speak Chinese
Man: Oh you can speak Chinese, can you?
The correct response here is: “What is your name and where is your supervisor” but I was so tired and shocked that I just walked away. Shame.
Photo 3:
(Floor at the entrance of a hotel/casino called something like “Grand Emperor”. In case you can’t see them properly, they’re hollow tiles containing “gold ingots” and “diamonds”.)
Man in uniform: You can’t take pictures here, go over there to take pictures
(No one is coming in the door so I’m not blocking any guests from entering)
Man: CAN YOU MOVE AND TAKE PICTURES OVER THERE
Lok: I already took the picture, why are you still talking
Man: CAN YOU MOVE
Lok: YOU’RE STILL TALKING.
Correct response: “Oh I’m sorry, what if I start speaking in Mandarin and waving around $1000 bills, which I have in my wallet right here, can I take a photo here then?” (This one is bordering on bad taste, but context.) Instead, on my way out, I stared him down thrice. How do you stare someone down thrice? When they pussy out and you catch their gaze again and stare them down. Twice.
Photo 4 is one of the two “carriages” flanking the Grand Emperor or whatever it’s called. No one shouted at me for taking this photo except for EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD
