Mills End Park. Billed as world's smallest park. There, behind the mirror. I shot a picture from across the road and when crossing back over a keeper of one of the world's smallest brains got up in my face as I stood there holding my camera and began ranting and calling me a pervert.
"Why you taking pictures of my wife? You going to post them on the Internet you sick bastard?"
Having been raised to not abuse dumb animals, I steadfastly resisted the urge to swipe my elbow across his nose and leaned in to back him off with a red faced-bugeyed-twitch and scream. He scurried back across the street and continued his rant.
This distastfull urban fona was found in Portland.