Hey, man, nice camera.
Wow, how retro.. that's so neat.
Oh - is that a Leica? You must take really good pictures!
I take my M2 almost everywhere. Class, work, home, the city, walmart, local errands - just about anywhere.
People often stop me and compliment me on my camera. I reply with a thank you, and try not to geek out about it. Occasionally someone will pass the implied litmus test and comment that it's a Leica and knows that I sold my soul to Lucifer in exchange for the camera. I'll entertain them with the "how to use a rangefinder 101" tidbit and my "this was what Canon made before they got really big" spiel about the Canon-Serenar f/1.8 that adorns my M2.
I really hope people don't think I'm a hipster - I'm not. I wanted a camera that didn't use batteries and one that will be brutally honest with me. The Leica spitefully chuckles at you when you accidentally under expose a scene by three stops. When you finally take a beautiful photo, it remains silent. It makes you wait to see your newly crafted masterpiece - as if chimping at a preview spoils the succulent main dish that chef Leitz has meticulously labored on.
What really bites me is when folks ask me if I'm a "good" photographer. Am I? I don't think I'm great, but I know I'm not horrible neither. But am I good enough to justify my camera?
I have a Zorki 4 and Canon IIF screwmount bodies lying around that I can use my Canon-Serenar 50 on. I don't need the Leica, and the Leica doesn't need me. But there's something about the Leica that I crave. There's something about it that motivates me to rack the film advance over and over. Honestly, the Leica is a device of pure emotion. I probably can frame better with an SLR. I can be more discrete with my dead silent and miniature Olympus XA. I can take an unfathomable amount of pictures with my Olympus OM-D. There is no rationality or reason to Leitz.
But I love it. I love my M2. I love film.