Once I was parked in front of Goldblatts store on SE side of Chicago, waiting for my wife to come out of the store. A male Hispanic rapped on my side window, I lowered the window 2 inches to hear him, and he asked if I had lost my drivers license. I guess he expected me to pull wallet out of my pockets to check.
But little did he know I grew up in the city of pick pockets and purse snatchers, Mumbai, India. I told him I do not have a drivers license, I am a foreign student and do not need a license. I closed my car window, and away he went.
Wow. Smart, quick thinking!
I remember Goldblatt’s. My mom used to work there.
Goldblatts ???????
Just how old are you ?