Really big, with sharp pointy fangs.
ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! That's right. I'm arrrrrgghhhing at you. Mister I'm to late for morning formation to stop all the way at a stop sign in my little saturn , and look both ways before gunning right through it. Even if you weren't worried about all the damned deer, how about me? You missed me today by less than a foot you f---ing a--clown. First with the front bumper, then with the rear.
Repeat after me.......pedestrians don't have airbags. Pedestrians do not have airbags. Being late to work does not make killing people okay. Many curves do not a slalom make. Sheesh.
If this was the first time here, it wouldn't be a big deal. But I'm getting sick of dodging people running red lights, stop-signs, and nearly plowing into me. You may have thought you scared me this time, but you got nothing baby.
That last S.U.V. momma that got mad that someone was running on the road and deliberately pulled hard into the shoulder to try to force me off the road, that was scary. (This has happened more than once too, frickin' psychos.) The eighteen wheeler that decided to jump the red light without looking first, that was scary. You're just a jerk that's late for work.
And be warned.
Next time, I won't just yell at you. I'm carrying a big a-- rock, and it's going right through your rear windshield, baby. No more mister nice guy. You threaten my life, I breaka your car. This goes for endangering other pedestrians too. I live less than a mile from a school for crying out loud. Haven't you seen all those kids walking out there?
No more. I'm a runner. I will find you.