When I was in 3rd grade soccer I was the goalie. One day, my dad decided to sit indian style behind the goal post and pick a very large patch of dandelions for wine. While play was down the field the ref came over and asked me what that hippie guy was doing. I looked him straight in the eye and said "I have no idea who that man is"
Fast forward to high school and the police caught me drinking his dandelion wine in the woods