I was strolling through the park perusing the last 20 pages of
If the Oceans Were Ink: An Unlikely Friendship and Journey to the Heart of the Quran.

when I heard a whistle. I turned to see an older man sitting on a bench set at the treeline. He started rotating his arm in a large come hither motion. Nope! I continued on my way, but I wasn't quite as comfortable as I'd been before some random stranger started summoning me like a dog.