When I was 12 or 13 I was sitting outside of school eating a bag of potato chips and waiting for my mom to pick me up. No one else was around.

Some older guy in a car slows down and says, “Can I have some?” – a common lame line. I ignore him hoping I’m not about to get kidnapped and that he will go away, which he does.

I breathe a sigh of relief. About a minute later he comes back GETS OUT OF THE CAR and asks “Can I have some?” once again. At this point I’m really beginning to panic, trying to figure out how to get rid of this guy FAST. So I respond, “No hablo ingles.” and he totally bought it!

He quickly apologized and drove away for good

–submitted by Emy–

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