I've had many memorable experiences during my walks home from the gym in the morning.

I've been (gently) hit by a car. I've heard fire and brimstone sermons from the local church. I've seen people making out in cars.

Considering that I live just three blocks from the gym and am usually walking back around 7 a.m., I consider this impressive.

Today was no exception. I was walking past the drug store when an old, white, beat-up Ford hatchback pulled up to the curb in front of me. A man hopped out of the car and yelled at me,


Then he jumped back in the car and drove off.

"Thanks," I replied, and continued my walk home.