Very pretty girl, African, gap-toothed, eye contact, walks up carrying her college student book bag, asks shyly, "Are you looking to meet a nice girl?"
I'm surprised, but talkative. "Well - I dunno. Wasn't what I was thinking. Is this a bench where men sit when they want to meet nice girls?"
Yes, turns out. All the benches here are "hookup benches". Who'd a thought. I buy her coffee, we spend the afternoon discussing the lives of professionals.