When I lived in the city this old guy came up to me while I was filling my car with gas, all drunk with his drunk beard and his drunk eyes, and was all, "I need a ride!" I told him no, and he got pissy with me and kept bugging me about it. I told him no politely and asked him to please leave me alone. He started doing that thing where people like stand on their tippy-toes and do spirit hands and try to imitate my voice (this happens to me a lot, bizarrely), and he was all, "Ooh, look at me, girly man can't drive!" Of course, clearly I drove to the gas station, but who expects logic from drunk people. I rushed inside quite frankly afraid of the guy. He went into the gas station and started harassing the clerk, forgetting all about me rather quickly. I was pretty scarred by the matter and suck my thumb while I sleep now.