then in front of people we meet, he told me that he says that Run Forest RUn thing when he sees me run, and he asked me if that offends me? i said no but deep inside i feel it may?
then in front of people we meet, he told me that he says that Run Forest RUn thing when he sees me run, and he asked me if that offends me? i said no but deep inside i feel it may?
Kleenex?
Do what I do when that happens. Pick up a rock and throw it at him.
Does he mock you for putting question marks at the end of declarative statements?
One time in college we were all out running and someone yelled that at us. One of my teammates yelled back, without losing a beat and in a perfect imitation of Tom Hanks, "I've got to find BUBBAAAAAA!" Now I don't know why, because that isn't THAT funny, but I laughed so hard that I had to completely stop running.
One time I was driving around with a bunch of my buddies, who are all runners, and we drove past a couple kids we didn't know jogging on the street. One of my buddies yelled out the window, "Run you fags!" Then he was like, "Dude, that was fun. No wonder people do that to me when I'm running."
C'mon! Abide by the "sticks and stones might break my bones, but names will never hurt me" credo. Be grateful you're not getting stuff (e.g. garbage or lit cigarettes) thrown at you or having drivers intentionally veer in your direction.
The only thing that should bother you about the "Forrest Gump" line is its being dated and trite... as other posters said, nothing wrong with a clever jibe.
Are you a regular guy? Most regular guys can dish out the funny when they need to. Make fun of his sister or his fat ass for chrissakes.
Once upon a time I went on a Spring Break road trip with some guys from my XC team.
We were in Arizona. We were crashing at a house with people we hadn't met. Our friend on the track team from Arizona set-up this place to stay. Anyway, we got there and nobody was home. We went running.
As we were running down the road a group of tattooed up young 20's guys yelled a bunch of trash at us. They got stopped at the light and after some words between the two groups it nearly ended in a fight.
We continued running. We got back to the house and, sure enough, the guys we almost fought ended up being the guys we were staying with. We all laughed, bought a keg, got really drunk, and laughed about it some more.
Be careful who you argue with at stoplights.
Now lots of yells do piss me off, but Forrest is simply the only connection normal people have with extreme distance running. If they saw someone on a bike, they may yell something about Lance Armstrong. They won't call you Ryan Hall because they can only think of Forrest.