GET ON THE ROAD!
Me, to a lass on the pavement who barely stopped in front of me, then swore at me for having the temerity to, you know, be walking on the pavement. It was touch n go for a second whether her brakes would stop her.
An amusing role reversal - but nowhere near as good as the time when I was walking home, only to feel a jab in my ribs from behind. I looked back to see a lad supine but still half-astride a bike, a phone still stuck to his ear and chips everywhere.
I shook my head at the scene and walked on, and a driver waved me down - turns out, he'd been riding along the pavement no-handed, phone in one hand and chips in the other, until he lost control and hit me. Chips went everywhere.
I'm sure I remember hearing him say "my chips!" through a mouthful of chips.