When I was in high school, my best friend and I were walking home from hanging out with some friends one summer night. It was getting dark out, but we were close to home and we felt safe. As we approached an intersection, a white car drove passed us and a male voice coming from inside the car said something loud enough for us to hear. I turned around and yelled back, “I’m sorry, we don’t speak idiot!”
We heard a loud “What?!” and at the same time the car came to a stop in the middle of the street. My friend looked back, grabbed my arm and started running across the street. As we got to the other side of the street I looked back and saw the white car had turned around and parked on the side of the street we were now on. I didn’t wait to see if whoever was in the car would come out. I started running like hell and we weaved through the neighborhood until we got to her house.
– Anonymous
Location: Prospect Heights, IL
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