I live on a sleepy street in Ravenswood. One night a few weeks ago, I parked my car in front of my apartment. The windows were down, and since I was talking on the phone, I lingered for a few seconds before getting out of the car. As I sat there, a dude LEANED INTO MY PASSENGER WINDOW and said, "Wanna party?"
Since I'm accustomed to annoying requests like this on the street, my response at first was simple, automatic, and calm:
"No."
Then I realized that there was a strange man getting in my space on a secluded street late at night. I screamed, "Ohmygod, NO! GET AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!!!"
And he did.
