Friday morning. Jasper Ave, downtown Edmonton. A car gets closer to me on my left. A lady on the passenger’s seat looks at me and points the side of the road: she wants me to pull over.

Have I a flat tire? Is there a problem with my car?

The driver of the car fishtail me. He parks just in front of me, blocking my way. This is not looking good.

A small East Indian guy gets out of the car and walk toward me with an angry look. I crank down my window. He tells something to the lady in the car behind me. She gets closer to me. Now, I can’t drive back either. This is now looking good.

He gets closer to me. He leans down to get to my eyes level.

-Why where you taking a picture of me?

At the previous red light, I took my Mark II equipped my 70-200 and a 550ex flash (that looks pretty impressive) to adjust the white balance. I now realize that I must have pointed the camera toward his car while doing it.

- I did not. I was adjusting some setting on my camera.

- Why where you taking a picture of me? You can’t do that. You have to ask permission first.

- Sir, if I had wanted to take a picture of you, I would have been in my right to do so. But I did not. I was adjusting the setting of my camera.

He begins to speak louder.

- What was the picture for?

- I did not take a picture of you!

He starts yelling. He is pretty angry now.

- You KNOW you can’t take a picture of people like that!

- Sir, I work for the Edmonton Sun, so I know what I can and cannot do. If I had wanted to take a picture of you, I would have been in my right to do so. But I did not. I was adjusting the setting of my camera.

- I want proof!

I show him the back of my camera.

- Here is the last picture I took. It’s a portrait I took this morning.

- That’s not enough. I want a written statement that you did not!

- OK. Go get some paper and a pen in you car, then!

-No! It’s not enough! I want the card!

Yea. I’m going to give a CF card that worth 100$ that have my assignments’ pictures of the day in it. Sure.

- Sir, I did not take a picture of you.

- Why did you take a picture of me?

-OK, this is going nowhere. I got to go work. Bye!

I try to get my car out of this mess, but the guy grab it and put his hand into it through the open window.

I stop. I know his wife jotted down my license plate number. I know that if I hurt him while trying to escape, this can escalate. Against me. I know I did not do something wrong, so let’s try to settle this down without getting into prison or without having blood on my hands.

- No, you don’t leave! Why did you take a picture of me?

I try to crank up my window, but I squeeze his hand. Again, I don’t want to hurt him, so I stop.

- Sir, I’m going to call the police!

- No problem, call the police!

I try to crank up my window, but I squeeze his hand.

I dial 911.

- 911, how can we help you?

-There is guy that thinks I took a picture of him. He fishtailed me and now a car behind me is squeezing mine. I can’t move without running over him. He is very menacing. Can you send someone?

He still has his hand into my car. I try to crank up my window, but I squeeze his hand.

He tells something to his wife and she grabs the phone. She calls the police too, I guess.

-We have the lady on the phone with another agent. Let’s see if we can settle this without sending an officer.

He still has his hand into my car.

-All right! I just want to him to go away so I can go back to work!

He still has his hand into my car.

- Why did you take a picture of me?

- HEY! I’m talking to the police!

I explain the whole story to 911, and she probably does the same. As he continue to yell at me, the guy forgets for a brief moment that his hand must stay in my car, so I crank up the window and lock the door.

He is VERY mad.

I continue to chat with 911.

The guy goes back to his car. He gets into it. He moves his car away, the lady still on the phone on the sidewalk.

- The guy has moved. I will try to escape. I hope he will not try to chase me. I don’t want a high-speed pursuit in the city.

- No, this should be OK. We talked to him.

I guess they told him something like “You are blocking a street, you are holding a citizen against his will, and if he took a picture of you, he had the right to do so. So get the f*-out before we arrest you.”