“Yeah, update your status or something!”
“Yeah, LIKE button boy!”
The druids danced around me making caveman ape sounds and grunting.
I thought about what she said while touring Stonehenge later that morning. Sal and her crew of deranged druids never made it past the front gate. Two Russian security guards tackled and cuffed each druid and locked them in Honey Bucket port-o-potty’s until the police arrived. You could hear them yelling from inside the hard plastic boxes. “The revolution will not be found on Twitter or Tumblr or Pinterest. The revolution will be …”
I didn't hear the rest, I was too busy giving instructions to fellow tourist, a Japanese man with large camera bag and iPad with uplink satellite capabilities, to take my picture.
"Yes... Yes... button on bottom... I know. I hold it down until red light come." He said. "Ok.... Now everybody say, 'Stonehenge!'"