I haven't had anyone be nasty
I haven't had anyone be nasty towards me. Here are a number of common and memorably comments I've received.
Where are you shoes? (Who hasn't got that one, right?)
YOUR SHOES! WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES? WHERE! ARE! YOUR! SHOES!? (Screamed at me by some crazy looking guy waiting with me for the light to change)
Man, there's no way I could do that. (If you think so then you're probably right.)
You forgot your shoes. (Another too common one.)
Excuse me, but for a moment there I thought you were running with no shoes on.
Man, you are looking SICK! (gangsta-like young man on the Riverwalk in San Antonio back in January)
Alright!
That's f&%#in' nuts.
Way cool, man!
Oh, man, you ain't got no SHOES on! BWA-HAHAHAHAHA (A happy drunk on the Las Vegas strip early one morning last April)
That was cool. (After running completely bare, i.e., barefoot, in my only nude run last year. If nothing else, more proof that I look better from a distance.)
Holy sh%#!
Rock on, dude.
Runner 1: Hey, that guy's barefoot.
Runner 2: Yeah, well he's kicking your ass. (Two guys I passed at the four-mile mark in the Bloomsday race in Spokane last May)
And my favorite from an elderly gentleman in Riverfront Park in Spokane:
Don't catch cold.
Hank