Rando on the street: Hey you! You on the bike! Can I call a number on your phone?
Me, very suspicious: …depends on the number
(As if that would stop the rando from stealing my phone or whatever)
Rando: This number
So I type it in, call it, and hand it to Rando.
Rando: Hey cuz I’m at the corner. By the store. Where you at?
Cuz: You dumb bitch go back
Rando: Go back where?
Cuz: Turn around and go back!!
Rando: Yo, who you think you’re yellin at here?
Me: It’s true, I can hear them through the phone
Cuz: You have to turn around and go back!
Rando: Back where? Cuz, I don’t know where you are
Me: Have either of you heard of cross streets?
Cuz: TURN AROUND!!!!!
That last time, Cuz yelled so loud that we could both hear their voice down the block.
Rando: Ohhhh you’re that way. Be there in a sec.
Rando hands me my phone back and I go home. About ten minutes after this interaction, my phone buzzes. It’s Cuz’s number.
Me: Hello! Your cousin borrowed my phone for a second, but they’re not here anymore.
Cuz hangs up on me.