Rude Locals

We were waiting to cross the street from the Cannon Building. A short, bitter, wiry female jogger was standing beside us at the light. I heard "Go home, we don't want you here. Get out of my city. We just want to go to the store and the restaurant without you here." Larry told her it was our city, too. She got ruder and continued to yell " Go home!" as she ran down the block. Unbelievable.