Anyway, on Saturday I was running in the park, plugging along at a relatively hard effort, clomping along on some double-wide trails. A girl and a guy were walking along a bit in front of me. I got closer and closer, sounding like a herd of elephants breathing like a herd of Darth Vaders. I was loud. I got closer to them and, as I was just a few feet behind him, "On your left."
The woman spun around and, at this point, was about three inches from my face.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!," she screamed.
Not expecting this reaction, I became scared to death so I joined in.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!," I yelled.
They hadn't heard me, and my apparent ninja self, coming down the trail. And I scared the crap out of them. And then they returned the favor.
"I thought you were going to stab me," the girl said.
"I am not a stabber, I promise!" Really, lady, it is the city and all, but even I don't live in that kind of fear.
And then I started laughing and laughing. And they did too. I laughed so hard I had to sit on a rock so I didn't tip off the side of the trail.
Eventually we were all on our way. I spent the rest of my run yelling "On your left!" the second anyone came into view. Scaring two souls in one run is enough.