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I went to a football game a few months ago during football season. It was the only one I went to that season, and I did not attend in order to watch the game but rather to be paid by my school for volunteering to sell concessions. Once I was no longer needed to sell food, I left to go to a nearby fast food restaurant which I reckon was a half mile away so that I could be picked up and driven home by my father. As I was walking to the restaurant, I hear from behind me a mtb loudly ask her mtb friend ask where the aforementioned fast food restaurant is. From where we were located, one was easily able to see the fast food restaurant being discussed. I felt no need to help because, 1. I dont initiate conversation with strangers, 2. I dislike talking to foids, and 3. the fast food restaurant was right fucking there. I continue walking, and then I hear them talking about how I am ignoring them, and how people from my school are often rude and unhelpful. I neither turn around nor acknowledge the discussion, hoping that they stop talking. They don't, and now, rather than just talking about me, they begin actively addressing me telling me to help them and acknowledge them. At this point I am very stressed and begin running away at a light, reasonably quick jog in order to evade them. They begin laughing and asking me why I am running. I don't know where they went after that because I never looked back. I still think of this interaction biweekly, contemplating a possible motive for why they were talking to me. I would be interested in hearing another person's perspective on this