I was on my way to McDonald’s when an older looking man put his hand on my shoulder. I took my headphones out and to see what he wanted. I assumed he needed help or directions, or something like that. He proceeded to squeeze my shoulder and look me in the eyes, asking me if I “wanted to make some money.”
On my walk back home, mocha frappe in hand and tears in my eyes, I was honked at twice.
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