Bicycling
So, I'm riding my bicycle home from work. The wind from the north and east is strong and gusting broadside or blasting in my face. My bike is leaning into the wind at a discernable angle sometimes and I'm struggling a little keeping my vector. Furthermore the road home is largely uphill so I'm working in about 2-3 my favorite trudge - trudge gear and somebody in a battered dark blue Ford pick up with a homemade rack on it passes me and the passenger shrieks at a high pitch in my ear as he goes by giving me a start. My opinion is that that person wished me ill. The feeling is wholeheartedly reciprocated.