@LadyDragonfly Story time!
When I was living in Chicago, a friend and I visited a bar in Ukrainian Village. We were standing outside talking when this sketchy guy walked up and mumbled something.
Having no idea what he said, and trying to just make him go away, I nonchalantly replied, “Yeah,” and went back to chatting with our group.
The guy came back and mumbled again. Again, I said, “oh okay,” or something.
He looked confused. Mumbled something again. Now I’m getting a bit annoyed and concerned. But I play it cool, and say, “Sure. Okay man.” And go back to chatting.
He then gets kind of pissed off and leaves. My group was confused on what just happened, so we really try to figure out what he was saying.
“I got good weed here. I got dimes. I got nickels.”
It was just like how Nancy Reagan warned me, only I unknowingly just said, “Yes”.