Went for a run last Friday morning (this is how busy I've been that I'm blogging it a week later), first 6.5km in a while. It was pitch black when I set out, but by the last km before home, it was quite light. I was cruising along with the end almost in sight, when a motorist started to pull over next to me. A middle aged bloke, winding down his window, a little creepy. I took out an ear bud as he was gesturing & speaking, to hear him saying to me "watch out, there is a naked boy ahead. Someone should call the police". Ah, OK, I say as he drives off.
I look up ahead, but can't see anything & continue along pondering a naked little kid in a front yard somewhere up ahead. About 200 metres later, I clock him. Taller than me, I'd say around 6 feet. Butt naked. I go to cross the street, but he beats me to it. I stay on my side wondering what to do. He's not staggering, but looks to be a little wonky. He crosses back to my side, then back to the other side. This street is a main thoroughfare, with 2 lanes of traffic each way, with clearways during peak hour. The buses have started too. I decided that it might be a good idea to call 000.
While on the phone to the police dispatch person, naked man crosses again & starts walking back towards me. Uh Oh. I walk down a side street & duck into the car parking spaces behind a block of 4 units to continue my call. Probably not the smartest place to hide as if he'd come around the corner & spotted me, I didn't really have anywhere to go. I'd have to hope the people in the units were home & come to my rescue! Ooops.
Dispatch asked me if he looked drug or alcohol affected - my response was "I'm not getting close enough to be able to answer that question". They also asked me if he had a weapon. "None that I could see" was my response. The only time I saw him front on he had his hands cupping his wobbly bits! I'm pretty sure he wasn't carrying any sort of weapon!!!
He could have been anywhere between 16 & 30, judging by his skin - didn't look old & crinkly anyway. Had his head down & lots of dark shaggy hair, so I couldn't see his face. He didn't seem to be battered, bruised or bleeding; I was more concerned that he'd get hit by a bus of car as he really wasn't paying much attention to the traffic. I don't think he'd been accidentally locked out of the house in the nude if you get what I mean!!!
I asked dispatch if they wanted me to hang around, the guy said no, keep on my way & stay safe - I'd explained I'd been running. I carefully peeked back out onto the street & naked guy had crossed back again & was heading away from me. So I took off back down the side street & took the back streets home. A taxi had actually pulled into the side street & done a u turn & headed towards naked guy as I left so maybe the cabbie was going to check on him.
I was almost home when my phone rang. It was the local constabulary. The policeman said to me laughing, "So, you've reported a naked man..." ah, yes. So I explained the whole situation again how the motorist had initially flagged me down while running etc. The policeman was in stitches & said they'd send a car straight away. I haven't heard any more since then. Nothing on the news or local paper about it, so I hope they found him & returned him safely home!
It makes for a funny story to tell, but at the end of the day he's still someone's son & it would have been awful if he'd been hurt! When I come home from my morning runs I usually give Plumbing Boy stats of what I saw - usually 1 cat, no dogs, old walking guy, lots of snails. Now I'm adding in NO Naked peeps (or calls to 000)!
PS Ute - your EMU reminded me to blog this!!!!!!!