I knew it was going to happen, again...
The little old lady approaching me with her head down in the short alleyway barely wide enough for one.
What to do?
She continued to approach, head down.
Then when just a few feet away she looked up, jumped about a foot in the air (I exaggerate but it seemed like that) and I waited to catch her if her heart stopped from the shock.
I said sorry. Why did I say sorry? It's not my fault that I am 6 foot 4... It's not my fault that I was there... It's not my fault that so very often, I give little old wandering and distracted ladies, such a scare.
Although... I suppose I should stick to the wide open avenues, with perhaps a flashing light on my head and a little machine that goes "beep, beep, beep" as I approach.