Craziest/funniest thing ever yelled at you while running

This thread had me dyin'.

in the middle of a west virginia winter, there was one 60 degree day and i was running without a shirt. some random middle aged guy walking past me said "if i looked like you i would run without a shirt too" i wasnt sure how to respond

one time a driver was hanging out the window yelling something and proceeded to rear end the car in front of him. it took a while to stop laughing and get on with it

I was running- and really struggling- on a long training run on a local trail. As I was coming up the last hill, a family was coming down it, and their ~5 year old daughter looked at me, and then her parents, and said, "What was THAT?!"

I was running shirtless yesterday and this Justin Beiber looking girl yelled, "Yaaa!" at me. I guess I didn't need to mention that it was a girl did I, since well Justin Beiber looks like one.

Once time running in the snow in VA (where they don't get much snow and don't know how to deal with it) I was running on the side of a road because the sidewalk was gone and I didn't want to lose an ankle. Two cars roll by going barely faster than me telling me to f**k off the road and get out of the way. One guy yelled that he knew I was a "fag." I thought that was classic. The whole homosexual population goes out and runs in the snow if you didn't know. Moments later I was then pulled over by a cop in his squad car who told me that he would and could give me a ticket for being outside doing "this". When I asked why he could give me a ticket he said I was not a smart boy for running in the snow and that I could die out here. I was on a neighborhood road with hundreds of houses on it and it was probably about 30 degrees and maybe 2 inches of snow on the ground.

This weekend as I ran through my neighborhood a little girl in a toy car was being catapulted down the driveway by her sister, bobsled style. I had to stutter step to avoid causing a wreck as she yelled "COWABUNGA DUDE!"

This summer my buddy and I ran past two guys headed in the same direction. One of them said "Nice shorts you homosexuals" and I turned around, running backwards and looked them dead in the eye and proclaimed "I will j**k you off so f**king hard you will c*m in my hand"

Pizzaguy wrote:

This weekend as I ran through my neighborhood a little girl in a toy car was being catapulted down the driveway by her sister, bobsled style. I had to stutter step to avoid causing a wreck as she yelled "COWABUNGA DUDE!"

This summer my buddy and I ran past two guys headed in the same direction. One of them said "Nice shorts you homosexuals" and I turned around, running backwards and looked them dead in the eye and proclaimed "I will j**k you off so f**king hard you will c*m in my hand"

What does this mean?

Oh, and you should seriously consider entering a secure mental health facility.

Trashy-looking teenage girl: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Me: "Oh darn, must have left them in my other shorts..."

Trashy-looking teenage girl's friend: "See! I told you he wouldn't have any!"

Trashy-looking teenage girl: "Well it was worth a try, okay? I'm desperate!"

While running a loop, I passed this 60+ year old man jogging twice. The second time I passed he screamed after me "Oh come on, that's not fair!". Made me laugh.

Running home from being a waiter about 15 years ago. It was about 2 AM. A Big Fat Black lady walking into a bar

( yes into at 2AM) sees me and yells " you go baby! I'll be you gotta big one!!"

Pizzaguy wrote:

This weekend as I ran through my neighborhood a little girl in a toy car was being catapulted down the driveway by her sister, bobsled style. I had to stutter step to avoid causing a wreck as she yelled "COWABUNGA DUDE!"

This summer my buddy and I ran past two guys headed in the same direction. One of them said "Nice shorts you homosexuals" and I turned around, running backwards and looked them dead in the eye and proclaimed "I will j**k you off so f**king hard you will c*m in my hand"

Haha, this is classic.

When I used to live in San Jose, I had route I used to run a lot and at least once a week there was this one Mexican guy on a corner who would yell "Hey, Cabrón!".

Sometimes he would yell that at me twice. Once on the way out and once coming back.

You tell yourself that you silly man... those betches were mocking you.

But seriously; if you are a male letsrunner and you've been catcalled by a chick, they definitely were not complimenting you. Chicks catcalling=trolling (I am the only exception).

After finishing up a track workout at a historically black college one rainy/cold fall evening, I was running across the campus back to my car. I probably looked like hell, pale/pink and soaking wet. One of the students said with genuine concern: "Child, you'll catch your death out in this weather...you gonna be okay?" I assured her I was fine. Guess she'd never seen a skinny white boy runner before.

adff wrote:

Oh, and you should seriously consider entering a secure mental health facility.

He called me a homosexual. I am fine with homosexuals, but he obviously has some issue with them to use it in a derogatory manner, so I, in turn, tried to really strike his nerve by pointing out how much more homosexual he was than me for j*zzing into another mans hand. Simple arithmetic really.

I am sorry if this offended other homosexuals, I was just trying to rile him up.

Yesterday, I was running up the only hill at the local park and some middle school boys at the top were watching me. As I got closer, I expected some kind of heckle, since they were clearly sizing me up. Suddenly, the one kid turns to the other and says "He fit. He goin' to steal yo' girl."

I couldn't run anymore, but could walk pretty well again--a little asymmetrically, but not really limping--and decided to "spectate" at my local ten-mile race by walking the course.

I started 15 minutes before the race, so I could see each of the runners come by (I had a lot of friends in the race and wanted to give them individual encouragement).

So after a couple of miles, when I'm walking fairly fast (averaged ~11min/mile that day) and probably looking a little awkward--and the first runners haven't come by yet--the course goes through a lower-income neighborhood and somebody calls out from his porch, "Hey, boy, you got a hitch in yer git-along!"

I was running in my old (crappy nylon) high school racing shorts. A teenage girl, who was probably about 15, rolled down her window and yelled, "NICE WEINER!"; and that was the day I retired my high school racing shorts.

Young girl (early 20's) said to me, "Are you a professional jogger?" She had seen me quite a few times running in the neighborhood.

For my own amusement wrote:

Trashy-looking teenage girl: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Me: "Oh darn, must have left them in my other shorts..."

Trashy-looking teenage girl's friend: "See! I told you he wouldn't have any!"

Trashy-looking teenage girl: "Well it was worth a try, okay? I'm desperate!"

While running a loop, I passed this 60+ year old man jogging twice. The second time I passed he screamed after me "Oh come on, that's not fair!". Made me laugh.

It's amazing how many times people have asked me for cigarettes during a run.

Recently, while running around the college I live near, some cute girls were walking the opposite direction I was running. They began to ask "Is your name Francisco?" multiple times (I'm Mexican)Finally I responded is that your dads name? 'Cause I want you to call me papi! We all had a good laugh.