Pulled on my way back from the Doctor's today, by complete accident.
Was just shuffling along, staring vacantly into the middle-distance, when all of a sudden a pair of Great Arms came zinging into sharp focus. Coming the other way was a terribly well presented skinhead, all muscle, dragging along a whimpering pitbull.
He was glaring back at me. With friendly menace.
But... alas, I was heading back for work, his flat was probably all horrid wallpaper, and I hate dogs.
Still, it was a strangely cheering moment.