That's right. MBers mostly sat in group because being lined up presented targets not often readily accessible. One night, after open meeting I was lined up (tired, burnt). While giving the obligatory "Good night XXX, Love you XXX".I decided to deliver my own salutation. Something like "Good Night, Nikki, I Wanna Fuck You, Nikki" This little midget kid started pumping his arm like Arnold Horshack from "Welcome Back Kotter". Staff sat everyone back down and ripped me for another half hour. The whole time I was peeling her clothes off with my eyes and laughing at the mindless zombies as they ranted on and on. It was my pleasure to make the ammends to her; she had to present herself to me. I know it sounds pathetic, but any break from the action was like R&R. Jason