First, I'm curious about the existence of lifts instead of elevators in Maine.
I take to street preachers like flies to shit, mostly for amusement. There have been a couple occasions where I felt obligated to chime in to break the snake charmer's hypnotic hold on an innocent bystander. I address the fellow observer, but ensure I'm loud enough to get the anointed's attention. There's rarely any direct conversation. In my experience nobody is taking the delusional twat seriously and the attitude of the crowd is the same as if we were standing around watching cats fuck-fight.
I take to street preachers like flies to shit, mostly for amusement. There have been a couple occasions where I felt obligated to chime in to break the snake charmer's hypnotic hold on an innocent bystander. I address the fellow observer, but ensure I'm loud enough to get the anointed's attention. There's rarely any direct conversation. In my experience nobody is taking the delusional twat seriously and the attitude of the crowd is the same as if we were standing around watching cats fuck-fight.
