Also unintentional
Leonard Hatred's piece reminded me of an incident from the early 80s when I was about 18. I was walking home mid-evening with my young man's fairly fast gait when up ahead, about 50 yards away, I spotted my Dad, also heading home. I sped up a bit to catch up with him, only to see him speed up too. Luckily, I was a fair bit faster, as he smoked about 50 a day in those days, so I managed to catch him up, though I was probably breathing fairly hard at this point. When I was two feet behind him I said 'Hello, what's the rush?' only to see him jump a mile in the air.

I didn't mean to scare him.
(Che Grimsdale is now officially a Wise Old B3tard, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 13:39, closed)