A Walk in the Park...

It was a rainy day in O-ville and I was taking a stroll in the park. At least it was, but by the time I pulled my uncooperative body out of bed, the sun was shining and the birds had decided it was their solemn duty to trumpet a late and far too chipper Reveille. So I suppose I should say it was a rainy morning, but I guess the old Pizzaville radio ad got the best of me. So picture if you please a younger gentleman of no great stature ambling down a quiet side street on his way to a relaxing government job that affords him the time to scratch out this very text (I might be exagerrating the gentleman part).
I'd describe it as the kind of day where I was a bit out of phase with the world about me. So out of phase that it was more as though I were sitting back inside my head watching a fuzzy, old TV set with my feet up on the couch, while my small, pseudo-athletic corporeality stumbled its way down the road, peering at the world as though it hadn't seen it every day for the last 22 years.
As I walked up to a stop street, the sun streamed in as the houses parted and I noticed a rather large German Shepherd happily trotting along with its master in tow. Then something strange happened. I heard a voice. There was something strange about it though, it didn't seem to flow with the optimistic fuzziness of the rest of the morning. I'm fairly sure I was far beyond the reach of the voice the first time, so it was prudent for the owner to repeat himself, this time more vociferously, "What are you lookin' at!"
Startled, I checked to make sure I was in fact the target of this verbal jab, and then tried to remind myself what it was I that I was looking at before my dream-like state had abruptly ended. It was in fact the case that the slightly taller gentelman casually dressed in a black t-shirt and grey shorts being escorted by the aforementionned canine had sought to affront me for reasons unknown. Noting his anger, I promptly responded with a confused look and the carefully chosen phrase, "Chill out, man." He proceeded to yell as I continued to stare with my classically puzzled face, threatening me with an assault from his four legged friend. Luckily his dog was the stronger of the two and had apparently no interest in me at all as he led his companion in the opposite direction to which I was walking.
I found myself distinctly irritated. I had lost the warm glow of my semi-consciousness state and what's more, I was late for work...