…when a street magician pick you for showing for a trick . You have your friends and family with you .
You know how the trick is done. This trick makes you look little dumb, but fun overall.
Will you play along with him or spoil the trick ?
I avoid the guy like the plague. If I can’t, I spoil the trick. Making him look dumb is entertaining, too. And, if he didn’t accept my resistance, then he has it coming.
Take on happy/willing “volunteers”. If you don’t, then you are playing at your own risk and have no grounds to complain, Mr. Magician.
I put one hand on my child, the other on my wallet, and get the heck out of there as quickly as possible.
Probably depends on my mood. Right now I’m a little grumpy so I would avoid interacting with him.
But were I in a good mood I would likely play along.
I run far, run fast. I can’t stand audience participation crap.
Oh, I’d play along, and grin with it. I can make myself look like a fool just fine - at least I get some entertainment this way.
I’d play along, then explain the trick to my family/friends later.
Vomit on his shoes.
Regards,
Shodan
Well, I would’ve preferred not the be the participant if I could avoid it (especially if I’m familiar with the trick), but I wouldn’t spoil it. If it’s at the point where the magician is pointing with a wide grin and crooking his finger at me, then I’d either chose to leave right then or, if my family & friends wanted to stay & watch, then I’d go along without resisting, because I’d look all the more foolish for having to be coaxed into it.
Afterwards, I’d pull a silenus and explain the trick later.
I’d go along with it. I’m not out to spoil anyone’s fun.
I’d play along. Why spoil everyone’s fun?
Walk on byyyyyyyyyy.
Run screaming from the magician.
I once lied to an overly-persistent street magician by saying I was LDS and that I couldn’t pick his sinful playing cards. (Look, I was really trapped and desperate.) Then I screamed and ran away.
Oh man. Tough call. On the one hand I absolutely detest this sort of thing. When I am out and about I am doing it for a specific reason. I am not perambulating around wanting to be entertained and have some “vital downtown” type experience. So my inclination would be to punch him in his stupid face.
On the other hand, I in general like the idea of street performers and believe that it should at some level be supported. In our busy 21st century lives I like the thought that this ancient art form is alive and well. That the harlequin still walks among us.
One careful reflection: I choose “punch him in his stupid face”.
Realistically, probably make him choose someone else.
In the vision of the world that I carry in my head where I’m as smart and heroic as I want to be, I play along, get big laughs, then afterwards lean over to the magician and privately ask him “What would you have done if I <did X that would spoil the trick>?”
I wouldn’t mind playing along with a visual illusion such as making someone ‘disappear’ or ‘levitate’, or a card trick. It’s all harmless fun. I’m really annoyed with the trend in magicians to do exercises in ‘mentalism’ and ‘ESP’, which aren’t visually interesting and require full belief in the magician’s supernatural abilities to even enjoy watching them.
I’d prefer to just look away and walk down the street, but if I had to make a choice, I’d go along with it. I don’t think it’s necessary to be an asshole to strangers just because you can.
If I’m ambling along with family and friends, play along. If I’m on my way to the shops to buy something and get the hell out, I’m avoiding the area. I’m with Eyebrows. No need to be a dick about it, unless he’s stalking you. If you move away or avoid the area he’ll find someone else.
I attack the darkness!
Oh, absolutely play along with him. Then pull a $10 bill out of his ear, throw it in the tip jar and yell at the rest of the crowd for being cheapskates.
When we were visiting New Orleans on a regular basis, there was a guy doing street magic in Jackson Square. We saw him so often that he started to recognize me and always called me up, because he knew I’d work the crowd for him.