How NOT To Start The Week

So I'm walking to work this morning, enjoying the crisp, clean, frigidly cold air of Mino-city (my soon-to-be new 'hood), when I hear a shout behind me. I turn around and see a guy, muttering to himself, running towards me while wielding a massive HOOK.

I think to myself: "Oh no, this is going to be a bad death." when I notice that the hook is actually his HAND and that he is muttering, "Can't be late.. can't be late..".

Talk about scaring the bejeezus out of someone at 8 in the morning.