Today, while sitting in the park listening to music, as per usual I was approached. An old man rode by me on a bike staring straight at me and then circled back around not long later and stopped in front of me. The following conversation occurred. (Note: I understood a lot more than I can reproduce so forgive any inconsistencies language-wise.)
Domnul: Sa nu va deranjez... (something that sounded like asculti) musique? C'est (something) musique? [Not to bother you, but... (I think) what kind of music are you listening to?]
Sara: ... [Trying to remember some French]
Domnul: Parlez-vous francais? [Do you speak French?]
Sara: N-- [Started to say that I didn't]
Domnul: Un peu? Un peu? [A little?]
Sara: Oui, mais... [Yes, but... (in reality that was a stall)]
Domnul: (a whole string of stuff I don't really catch) musique?
Sara: Je ne comprends pas. [I don't understand (but I finally remembered how to tell you!)]
Domnul: (something I don't remember)
Sara: Aaa... de unde sunteti? [(attempt at conversation) Where are you from?]
Domnul: Auf wiedersehen! [Goodbye!]
And then his little polyglot self rode happily away.