You know what, if I were ever the victim of a complicated and bizarre set of circumstances that rendered me outdoors, beyond sprinting distance from a place of refuge and in a state of complete deshabille with naught but a piece of religious canon with which to cover the old religious cannon then I too would a) walk with a sense of absolute purpose and b) completely ignore the existence of anyone else at all.
I definitely wouldn't respond to offers to wrap the doric column in another gentleman's knitwear.
You know what, if I were ever the victim of a complicated and bizarre set of circumstances that rendered me outdoors, beyond sprinting distance from a place of refuge and in a state of complete deshabille with naught but a piece of religious canon with which to cover the old religious cannon then I too would a) walk with a sense of absolute purpose and b) completely ignore the existence of anyone else at all.
I definitely wouldn't respond to offers to wrap the doric column in another gentleman's knitwear.