Mistaken for a Prostitute. Cool.

Thanksgiving Day.
I just had a blast at the skate park, just straight up feelin the groovy vibes.
It was so pretty out that day, and I was unstoppable.
Unfortunately I had to get home for the family picture, so I tossed my skates in a bush and started running home. I decided to take a short cut through the train yard.
I think it's important to mention that I was wearing jeans and a normal shirt. (NOT tiny spandex even!)
Right after I hopped the wire fence, a man in the beeping car spotted me so I hightailed it to the closest trains. I sneaked around, hiding and feeling a little like James Bond. Tip-toeing around one big train I ran smack dab into a man with a shiny vest who looked like a worker who probably had some amount of authority. I immediately froze reading myself for a rebuke, but he did not get angry at me. He was actually very friendly.
Old worker dude: Do you need some money?
He actually started whipping out his wallet.
Me: I'm not homeless!
I was a little offended. Did I really look that janky?
Him: Ok, well be careful!
He was blocking the smallish space between the train and the wall, but he really was not budging, and I wanted to escape as quickly as possible so I just tried to squeeze past him which was rather awkward. It became even stranger when he embraced me a hug saying, "Take care." I just kinda patted him back and hastily made my way past him.
I was pondering in the back of my head how I had never been treated with so much friendliness when trespassing. Then as I was scrambling underneath the next train I narrowly avoided two condoms, and that's when it sunk in. This man was the very worst kind of friendly. Disgust.
I then climbed up over the wall and climbed down the tree and ran back home.
I told Chris my story as we swept the porch for company. We decided that I stumbled upon a hot spot for, ahem, bad things. The man was probably confused but hoping for the best (or rather, the worst.)
I have not run through the train yard since then.