"You want a bite to eat?"
"Uh, I was actually on my way to mcdonalds."
"You want me to help you out with it?"
Now, this is the part I don't quite understand. I was wearing dress shoes and bow tie. Why would I need someone to help me out with food?
The other possibility is that he was being chivalrous, which is harder to believe than him thinking I was homeless.
Well, I declined and he introduced himself.
Being the old fashioned Man-lady I am I said,
"Hello, I'm Savannah Chase." and took his hand to shake it.
This is the odd part.
He took my hand and then brought it to his face (Where he almost burned me with the cigarette in his mouth before removing it) and KISSED IT.
Oh god, some weirdo I don't even know kissed my hand.
I rushed off after some sort of goodbye and proceeded to scrape the back of my hand on the bark of a tree uttering,
"UGHHH. EEHHH. BLEEEECCHHH."
Until I realized I probably looked insane.
Then I went and ate a McChicken.