You know...you don't have to cross the street when you see me.
Yes, we're not really on speaking terms. But really...crossing the street so you don't have to pass me is pretty sad. I mean it's not even the first time you've done it. We're up to like three or four times now.
You can walk by me. I'm not going to attack you. Each time you do it, I just shake my head and laugh to myself because I really can't believe that you're doing to such lengths to avoid me.
Ah well...what can you do? Next time I might just say hello to freak you out.