Indignation

So I'm sitting on a bench in downtown Oakland. I'm there for a business meeting, but I'm early. It was such a gorgeous day, I decided to sit for a bit and review my materials. I chose one of a series of benches parallel to a busy street. The benches are part of a plaza area in front of tall office buildings.

There's a young woman on my left, she looks like a pretty average teenager. There's also a woman on the bench to my right, she looks like a middle age shopper. 

This piece of crap car pulls up to the curb in front of us, there's a young man inside, and he's as big a mess as the car. He rolls down the passenger window and honks to get our attention. He yells "hey!" and motions someone (one of us?!) to get in the car. First I'm confused – I'm looking around, whose attention is he trying to get? No one sitting with me is responding and there's no one behind us, what the heck? I'm wearing business clothes for crying out loud and let's face it, I'm old, especially to this idiot. The 16-year old and I both ignore him. 

He pulls up a little further and does it again in front of the middle age shopper, but she pretends he's invisible. Or maybe she's got a weapon in one of those sacks and she'd love nothing more than for him to take it further.

Then I see motion off to the side, someone is sprinting across the plaza. He looks up and sees her too. The young degenerate looks pleased. At last — his ridiculously random pick-up efforts are paying off.  And oh look! She's wearing clothing appropriate for her line of business.