I'm locking my bike up outside the Italian Bakery, when a small group of twoenty-something street kids starts walking towards me. The leader of the pack turns towards me and we have the following conversation:

"Hey. Dude."
"Ya?"
"Can I borrow your bike, for like 5 minutes?"
"Uh... ya, no."
"But dude, I only need it for like five minutes."
"Still no"

I finished locking my bike up, and started heading towards the Italian bakery. I hear him mumble something under his breath (likely along the lines of "I can't believe that didn't work," and say "Cheers, man." as I walk into the bakery. His reply? He fingered me.