“When I was in 7th grade I was walking home from school and this creepy, disheveled guy was waiting for me in a parking lot in an old, beat up car. He tried to get me to come over to the car, but I could tell the dude was no good. He said he was a friend of my fathers and that he would drive me home. I told him no and stayed about twenty feet away from the car. When he realized I wouldn’t do it he threw a piece of paper out his window and drove off, all pissed off. I went over and picked up the little paper – it was my father’s business card.
My father was a professor and it turns out the man had taken a class from him….”