I get quite a few heckles when out running of an evening. I’m not quite sure why.
Here are some of my favourites.
“Run home, running man,” which I love because it makes no sense.
And then there was the very posh lady outside the restaurant who told me off for wearing shorts in winter. When I ignored her, she shouted after me, ‘You stupid arse!’
But my absolute favourite one came from a speeding car. The aural distortion of the obscenity made me chuckle as I ran.