flower delivery man - claims to be "vietnam vet" - about 6'4"-5" (I am a good 5'10") and 280-300lbs.
I've just turned a corner and am running on the left-habd side of the road, not on the sidewalk yet b/c there is a "Byrne Dairy" delivery truck unloading, with a ramp blocking the walk. Florist-boy whips around the same corner in a right-hand turn, into the LEFT-hand land, startling me w/ his horn, to which I respond w/ the obligatory one-finger salute.
He yells at me to "get on the f***ing sidewalk"; I respone, "It's bloody blocked - lets see YOU f***ing run on the sidewalk." This escalates for a block or 2.
He hops out of his van (East Side Florist, Bridge Street), picks me up by my NECK, shakes me (broke my neck, actually), tells me he's gonna "come back, find you and finish you off" Drops me.
All in broad daylight - I bang on the nearest door - this is in a residential neighborhood; we call 911, the police pick the f***er up - guy claims not to have touched me and that I SPIT on him...I have finger marks on my neck w/ bruises forming, got the news about the broken vertebra later at the ER, and the police tell me I CANNOT PRESS CHARGES BECAUSE IT IS MY WORD AGAINST HIS
It is fully legal to attack a female runner in this wonderful, God-forsaking country.
So - is the "wild" encounter with the big, fat, dumb florist delivery man? Or with the "law enforcing" policeman?
Keep on posting and drooling over those 'sexy' f***ing pictures, you assholes...