Don't Talk to Strangers
Don’t talk! Not even if they are younger than you. Not even if they talk to you and jump at you, like those teenagers on Monday night.
It all started when my friend and I were discussing Friedrich Nietzsche just before midnight in the middle of an empty English street. Two teenaged males, naturally in hoodies, high on something way worse than alcohol, started jumping and yakking at us. Being a respectable girl as I am, I ignored them and made my friend do the same. The teens then proceeded to jump around the other members of our little company until they got cigarettes and learned our nationalities. And that’s when it all really started! In a matter of seconds I could hear my friend shouting: “I’m an international criminal lawyer!” and the teens screaming: “Yeah? Prove it!”
The next thing I remember was my friend running across a busy road, one of the teenagers running after him, the rest of us running after the teenager and the other teenager getting his friends with two fighting-type dogs to run after us… “I should call the police,” - I thought. And I honestly would if I didn’t have my hands busy with pulling my companions away from the barking dogs. It would also help to know where we were, you know, the address to give the police and so on. It all ended in a bus. All teenagers disappeared on the way to the bus stop, apart from the most persistent one. But he, too, was stopped from pursuing my friend to in the end. Oh, and police, which I called from the bus stop, had never shown up or rang back to take a statement…