Last night, I was walking home from the talent show at the PD, and some guy started yelling at me when I was one building from home. Just one more building and I would have been home free. Grrr...
Anyways, this guy kept yelling, "Hey!" at me, and they tell you to turn around and face any would-be attackers. So I turned around and said, "What!?" The rest of the conversation went like this:
Dude: What time is it?
Alison: *pulls out phone* Ten thirty.
Alison [to herself]: That was such a stupid move! Now he knows you have a phone!
D: Do you know what time the 48 comes?
A: No.
D: Do you have a car?
A: No.
A [to herself]: Clearly, if I had a car, I would not be walking in this shady neighborhood.
D: Do you have a boyfriend?
A [to herself]: Oh snap! Get out of here. He is standing way too close and checking to see if there is anyone around. ABORT! ABORT! *starts walking away*
D: Whoah, hey! What's your name?
A: It's *mumbles incoherently as she turns her head and leaves*
The part where he was looking to see if other people were around was about the scariest 15 seconds of my life.
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