On the way back in I saw these guys hard at it. The right camera was on the lens, and while I'm busy trying to find the focus I'm hearing my name. Several times. Yelling. A horn honking. Distraction. Can't they see I'm busy?
Then I recognized the voice, and it turned out to be my neighbour. I finished up, and got home just as he was finishing a smoke, and we chatted about it. They had seen me several times out and about, and finally felt guilty. Not that I had notice them.