Ah...I remember something weird!

I was gliding along in the pre-dawn darkness on my way
to the bus stop several years ago when, on the quiet,
empty street I spotted a jogger carrying a stick. Well, remembering as I did that joggers and walkers (and just about everybody else) are easily spooked by the
sudden, unexpected appearance of a swift cyclist swooping down on them, I waited until I could call out
to him and warn him of my approach.

"Good morning," I called out.


With that, this stick wielding jogger leaped into the air,
spinning around in my direction (which, since I was riding my bike, was changing), his head doing a sort of
"Bruce Lee" wobbly motion while he cryed out, "Hyaaaaa!" I could see he was prepared to use the stick.

:blush:
"Uh, excuse me! Sorry!" I said. I just kept going because I sensed the next few moments were going to be a little awkward.