I was taking some pictures of an icy sign outsde a restaurant. Suddenly a waitress came out and said that the chef wanted to know why I was taking pictures of the sign. I gave some half-witty nonsensical answers, attempting to be funny. The waitress was cold and uncomfortable, obviously not standing there on her own initative. She said that earlier that day, on the same street, an old lady had gotten a heavy piece of falling ice in her head. I told her to tell the chef that I took pictures of the heavy ice on the sign.