"Man, Can I Use Your Phone?"

Stranger (S.) approaches me on the street:

S.: Man, can I use your phone? I have this cell phone shell here. See, it's broken. It belongs to a woman I know.

(after much fussing)

M.: It looks like she is not answering the phone call.

S.: She grabbed me by the hair. I have long hair. See? It hurt. And these marks on my hand are from climbing over a fence. See? The marks are in-between the knuckles. If I had hit someone, the marks would have been on the knuckles. But I would never have hit anyone. I just don't do that.