One of my clients is close enough to home that I can walk in to their office. I have two choices in my route. One takes about twice as long, but goes through a much nicer area (including past our new house). The other takes no time at all, but cuts along the edge of where the crackadiles roam.
I usually opt for crackadiles.
This morning, approximately 5 minutes after I thought to myself how nice most people who live in this neighbourhood are, I got a good one.
I saw him coming. Not especially menacing looking, but when you live downtown long enough, your dangerdar gets much more finely tuned.
He is completely under control until he gets about 2 paces past me. At which point, wait for it, he starts SCREAMING, ahem:
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
“I’ll murder you!”
“I’m gonna tear your fucking head off and kill you.”
Bright sunshiney day children, bright sunshiney day.