I'm out the door at 4:30 AM. This is New Orleans... keep in mind it's the wrong side of the river for partying.
Not 60s into my run, a car pulls up behind me with its lights off. Lights turn on, horn honks, catcalls ensue.
Car drives 100m in front of me, pulls a U-turn, and proceeds slowly towards me.
Remember, this is New Orleans. I'm not sure if I'm about to be flashed or shot or run over. The levee is on my right and I could escape up it easily but.... the possibility of getting flashed keeps me on the road.
Car drives by slowly. More catcalls. They like my body. I couldn't see any of them very well, but they were black and young (by the sound of their voices). And drunk. The driver seems to be handling the car well considering.
Car disappears around the bend. I'm sure they're coming back. Part of me wants to play to the fun.... but I run up the levee instead. A LOT of people get shot or stabbed in this area.
I glance behind me. There's headlights on the road moving slowly towards my position. I see them slow, U-turn, and head off the other way.
My dirty mind can't stop thinking of what might've happened if I'd stayed put. But just as the fantasy gets good, knives keep making an appearance and cutting off my wang.
What do you think? Good move or did I miss a rare opportunity?