I've been stared at, screamed at, whispered about, and one time I got smacked in the face by a little old lady's purse that from the looks of the shiner I took home that day I am pretty certain contained at least 70 dollars of rolled up small change and a large hard candy collection.
La gente me ha mirado, gritado, criticado y una vez una señora mayor me golpeó con su bolso en la cara. Volví a casa con un ojo morado por culpa del bolso que, estoy seguro, contenía al menos USD 70 en monedas y un gran surtido de caramelos duros.