we saw a runner running toward us by the dog yard. charlie veered their way to catch their scent. the runner all in black took out her black earphones and whipped around saying what the fuck! what? i did not say the fuck. i said charlie did nothing to you! not the slightest sign of aggression! the runner said she was hit by a car by jumping away from a dog into the street. but you did not jump this time, this time there was no danger, and you saw that, but you had to say what the fuck! i love myself for being so calm. in the past i would have been more aggressive than the runner in black with ear plugs and anger and a mean and anti-social attitude.