Sometimes it's good to be clueless!

Tuesday morning I did an early morning seminary pick up for two of our young men. Normally my husband would do this, but he was going on an early flight to San Antonio. They live near Fair Park, about half a block from the DART station where a young man was killed by a pack of aggressive 12-14 year-olds just last week. So not the best of neighborhoods. They live on a quiet side street. I stopped in the middle of the street and one boy got into the car. As we were chatting, waiting for his brother, 2 black men came up to the car and asked me to move over to the curb. I did, thinking I was blocking something and continued chatting. They hung around and said something about "your lights out." I thought they were telling me one of my lights was out so I just looked up and said "OK, thanks", and continued chatting. They said something about the lights again and the boy said, "I think they want you to turn your lights out." So I cracked the window and said to the closest guy, "I'm not going to turn the lights out because I'm about to leave." ...and continued chatting! By then the other brother came out, got into the car and we left. It was only later, when I thought about it that I realized I should have been scared. My car was not blocking anything and why would they want my lights off? It kind of freaked me out in retrospect!