(actual conversation that took place today)

Stranger: Do you have a dollar?
Me: Sorry, I don't have any cash.
Stranger: Thats ok. You have nice teeth.

(At this point I am quite weirded out at the turn of the conversation, but I was in the middle of pumping my pre-paid gas, so I was a captive audience)

Stranger: What high school did you go to?
Me: The one over there.

(I was trying desperately to be as evasive as possible, not even looking up at him as i responded)

Stranger: Do you dance?

(at this point I looked up, kind of confused by his question. I wasn't really sure if I'd heard him correctly. Was he asking me if I liked to dance, or if I could dance?)

Me: Excuse me?
Stranger: Are you a dancer...professionally? You have a really nice body.

(At this point I am a little flabbergasted. This man has gone from begging for money to speculating on my occupation mixed with a weirdly personal and invasive come-on.

Now, I have some nice curves, but I in NO WAY have anything that even remotely resembles a dancers body. Dancers are slender and muscular, I'm...not.

Guess who couldn't get out of there fast enough??