Out for a jog with Charlie S. Spaniel, I rounded a corner just as a guy emerged from a storefront for a smoke.
The man, an African American, jumped back.
"Damn you scared me!" he said, laughing. "A white guy scares a black guy! That's one for the books!"
I turned and laughed and kept going. I was about a block down when he built on his own spontaneous Richard Pryor routine and yelled, "And you don't even have no pit bull!"