While on my 13 mile run this morning along the icy bypass, some guy in an echo pulled over to the side as I approached. When I was running by he yelled "Excuse me" out the passenger window so I broke stride and asked what he wanted. He then had the balls to ask me if I had a cigarette. Sure, buddy, I got a stash in my windbreaker pants. Winston lights ok with ya? Seriously what the hell is wrong with someone to do that. You just passed a 7-11 fifty feet back, dumbass. I was pretty surprised at the question, but "no" and a gloved middle finger was about the extent of my reaction.
Anyone else get these kinds of idiots?