Me: scampering to work, at the top of some stairs, I see a couple of crusty-looking, shabbily-dressed characters hanging around at the bottom. They look very dodgy. Late for the bus, I decide to carry on.
Crusty: (in French) stop, please, I need to talk to you....
Me: (in English) I don't speak French (strides on)
Crusty (running alongside now, clutches at my sleeve): Yurss, yurss, pleese, I am speaking ze Eeeengleeesh...sturp..sturp
Me: Oh, bugger off. If you don't, I will call the police.
Crusty(lets go and drops back): pleese...pleese...I really need talk weez you
Me (relieved): strides on with nose in air, around the corner and straight onto a FILM SET.
Turns out the crusties were runners. Ooops.
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