After moronic cyclists, now we have a moronic jogger

This morning, I made my way to the main station for a 20 km walk with my walking group. I was striding along a quiet side street when I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I looked back in case it was someone who wanted to mug me (you don't get through three years of living in Manchester without developing a sense of danger). But no, it was just a female jogger about 7 metres behind me. 

I look to see that there is at least 1.5 metres space between me and the building to my right and carry on.

The next thing I know is that this woman nearly runs into the back of me and what does this idiot say to me? "Vorsicht!"

Vorsicht? Vorsicht? Me? The German word literally means 'before/in front sight'. That is to say you should look ahead of you to see what's coming.

This woman, at least in her mid 30s, runs along a pavement and nearly runs into my back and has the temerity, the effrontery to tell me that I should watch out.

When I shouted to her as she ran past me, she didn't react at all. Probably because she had earphones in her ears and so couldn't hear anything happening around her. What a bloody idiot.

How can people like this be allowed out on their own without supervision? How can they survive to their mid-30s? 

I tell you...when I'm dictator of the world, I'll put moronic cyclists and now joggers into an institution, where they can live and work under supervision. And they won't be allowed out on the streets. That should make the streets a whole lot safer.