“Yes, I’m sorry sorry about that. I feel like I appeared suddenly in a stupid text game and you startled me and I just reacted. I shouldn’t have hit you.”
The memories of this man suddenly come flooding back you. He was a teacher to you and a good one. He taught good geography or geology or whatever it was and aside from the time you walked in on him peeing in the bathroom and he left without washing his hands, you always respected him. You quickly decide to move the conversation along to get past the whole hitting him thing. “So, uh, how are things?”
“My life has been very strange lately. People keep hitting me. You are the 17th person this week to strike me down in this exact same spot. And it happens exactly the same way every time. Right down to this conversation. Watch. I know exactly what you are going to say next. Go ahead, just try it.”