I get a ping in BH. Pull up to Beverly Hills HS. Giant kid with a football in his hands and a bag. I could tell he was not 18. I ask him...are you 18 and he looked at me in bewilderment. I ask again and he rolls his eyes and says. Yes...I am 18 now open the door. I told him sorry...can't take you kid...call your folks. He very aggressively tells me to open the door and is looking highly agitated so I just nail it and leave. He was screaming some of the worst obsenities at me as I bailed. He was scary. I am glad I didn't let that entitled ...potentially violent little prick in my car.