Occasionally while running through town (sometimes at pub closing time) I will cop some friendly abuse from some wag who thinks that he's the first to shout 'run! Forrest, run!' or '118! 118!'
A more hopeful drunkard shouted 'Oy y'c**t, c'mere', before swinging a punch at mid air and nearly knocking himself off his feet. I chuckled to think that he really expected me to 'c'mere' and stand still while he took aim.
The abuse usually isn't too imaginitive, as they've been taken by surprise and haven't had time to formulate a pithy Dorothy Parker-esque putdown by the time you've swished past into the night.
Runner abuse surely isn't something that just happens to me, anybody else experienced it? and anybody had any really inventive abuse thrown their way?