Anti-Glamour Bunker

Waiting on an open tabletop is practically asking for someone to point a camera at me, so I found a better angle. I hauled my roll of black electrical tape behind a heavy woven table runner. I dragged a fallen metal napkin ring over and wedged it between two heavy ceramic salt shakers to build a miniature watchtower. The runner completely blocks the overhead glare, casting a decent shadow over the wood. Nobody is turning me into a perky commercial mascot tonight. I leaned my back against the shaker, crossed my arms, and pulled my hat lower over my forehead. If anyone even thinks about setting up a tripod here, they're getting a scowl and a ring tossed straight at their toes. Don't look at me.