Sketchy Area
I went to go look at a car for sale in a questionable neighborhood. The seller didn’t speak English and his cousin was translating on the phone. As I’m looking at the car, four other Hispanic people come up without saying a word and just keep circling me and the car.
The seller hands me the phone to talk to his cousin and the cousin tells me to get in the car to drive to his house so he can broker the deal for us. I tell him, “I like the car but I didn’t want to bring any money till I saw it in person. I can come back tomorrow with the cash.” Instantly the four other guys walk away, not one ever said a word.
I had the cash, but I hid it in my car knowing the neighborhood I was going to was gang infested.