I was number 48. They were only on 21 at the Tax Assessor's Office. They made us sit in pews like we were at a church meeting. All facing the front like we were being watched. And we couldn't talk on our cell phones. Not at all. So I did the next best thing. The guy who was sittting next to me slid down to the other end of the pew, after I took these self portraits. Why?