"Oh Shit" moments...

A rather overweight troll was walking my way on a bike path as I was approaching at speed.

She looked miserable, like she'd been eating a balanced diet of Coke and potato fritters all of her life.

We locked eyes from quite a distance, she didn't look away once, still walking right in the middle of the bike path, when there is a ped path 3-4 metres wide about a foot to her right. She still didn't move.

As I approached her I had to skid a bit, slow down but remained on course to hit her. She still didn't move of break eye contact.

As I slowed right down, heading straight at her, she still didn't move until the very last second when I inquisitively asked "What are you doing, fatty?!"

She still didn't break eye contact, but she did move about 4-5 inches to her left.

That was pretty intense, I felt like princess leah on the end of a ravaging from Jabba.

Edit: I'm sure she's a lovely girl.
Well this paints you in a fine light, doesn't it.

Prick.