Never saw a guy run faster on the streets. Started to do the “After you Alphonse, after you Gaston” dance and then stood still to prevent getting bowled over. “Like he’s being chased,” to self but there was no one chasing him. Turned the corner and crossed the street to enter the courthouse. “White guy run past here?,” black couple. “YEAH! And FAST!”  “He just escaped.” “Ah.” “That explains it” to self.