I'm driving on a slightly narrower road yesterday and see a jogger up ahead. Since a bunch of cars are coming the other way I slow down. It's an older guy and he's not going very fast. Turns out it was Paul Pasqualoni! I roll down my window to say hello and he turns to look at me with a crazed look in his eyes and starts screaming "chunk plays! chunk plays!" I say "take it easy old man" and he stops running. Then he starts walking toward the trees and I say "hey Paul where are you going?" He yells back "my IPAD is missing, I think I left in these here woods." so I foolishly follow him as he walks aimlessly into the woods, then I yell to him "Paul I seriously doubt your IPAD would be in these trees" and as I say that the wind picks up, 40, 50, 60 mile gusts out of nowhere, I yell to Paul that i'm heading back to my car and as I say that he sprints past me screaming "the trees are slanting, the trees are slanting" and he was right, trees start falling over left and right and now i'm terrified. Paul is so fast and he is now about 100 feet ahead of me and I see him jump into my car, he starts the engine and he takes off, wheels screaming down the narrow road, and then he explicably and for no reason drives my car off the road and into the gutter.