At the Americana in Glendale, I was fiddling with my iPhone while waiting at a crosswalk. A 70-ish year old man standing next to me struck up this conversation:
Old Man: If you give me your number, I’ll call you.
Me: Uh, no thanks.
Old Man: Just kidding. You’re too old for me, anyway.
As soon as the crosswalk signal changed, I booked it out of there. Thinking back, I should have snapped a photo of him with my phone, and threatened to post it online with PREDATOR as the caption. But alas, I always think of the “better response” long after the matter.