Verbal assault on a run. I went for a late evening run last night and as I got to this low income housing project I always run by I noticed a bunch of cabbage patch dolls on the roof of one of these apartment units.  It was very strange and I looked and pondered it, and as I moved I theorized it was a mean little brother teasing his sister.  OK, fine, mystery solved, as I moved my eyes back to the path they went right across an open window and there was this fat ass sitting on the couch smoking and doing god knows what else.  I lock eyes with her for 1 second, then I slowly turn my head fully back to the path.  I keep my pace up, thinking, "No biggie, her window was open, I saw inside, it's not like I was looking intentionally."  I was wrong, a few seconds later I hear her screen door slam open and she yells something at me.  I look over my shoulder and she's standing there smoking, gesturing at me, and yelling.  I take one of my earbuds out and hear "ya damn pervert...disrespecting my privacy...should call the cops."  I cannot humor this over the top response, so I put my ear bud back in and turn around.  I slow my pace down a little, I was trying to bait her into coming after me.  I'm really fast so I know how hilarious that would be.  I turn around and it's actually working, she walked up the hill to the running path, I slow down a little bit more and take my ear bud back out.   I run a few more meters and turn around.  She's just standing there.  She walked maybe 1 or 2 steps along the trail and gave up.  I really wish she would have gotten a hustle on and tried to teach me a lesson.  So I figure it's over, I pick my pace back up and as I'm reaching the end of this section of houses, probably less than 1/2 a mile away, I hear her scream "FUCKING ASSHOLE" at the top of her lungs.  It was classy as fuck.