When A (I don't know what the hell they are called but they are on the side of the road selling shit) Spots You.
Person: Hey could you help me pass out my poetry so I can raise money for glasses? Me: *Walks cautiously up to person* Oh no im so sorry I have somewhere to be.*turns around and walks away.*(Just kidding I don't have anywhere to be I just want to get away from you because im not your slave)













