As I walk into the grocery store, I happen to glance across the street and see two kids in grey hoodies scoping out folks as they walk out of the bank. I immediately peg them for kids running that "can you give us money for our baseball team?" scam, but something about them gets my guard up, and I hope they haven't switched to my side of the street by the time I'm done shopping.
When I walk out of the grocery store, the kids are nowhere to be seen, but an older man is lying on the sidewalk, on his back, with a stunned look on his face.
I hurry over to ask if he needs a hand up from where I think he's fallen, but he declines, saying, "No, but did you get a look at the two kids who knocked me over?"