I can't make this stuff up

This is the weirdest story and I wish I could tell you in person. My friend Cate always makes fun of my sound effects while telling a story, but this would be totally worth it. Please picture lots of hand expressions and it might help.

My wonderful mother-in-law took the kids for the WHOLE day today so I could actually get some work done during Spring Break. So, I did do a sizable amount of work, but I also went for a run around 12:00-ish because it was BE-YOU-TIFUL outside in sunny Alabam.

Let me preface this with something you need to know: we do live in a nice area. Usually free of wild women except the occasional Bunko group.

On the way up one of my final hills (I was walking) I saw a woman screaming and waving her hands. I was jamming out to my fav- tobyMac- so I couldn't hear what she was saying, but she was obviously distressed and r-u-n-n-i-n-g like mad down the hill (towards me) in the middle of the street. I heard a dog barking in the distance, so I tried to ask her if she lost her dog. Here's how the conversation went:

me: Did you lose your dog?

her: What?

me: Did you lose your dog?

her: What? (coming closer)

me: Have you lost a dog? I saw you screaming.

her: What? (even closer)

me: (Trying to vary my question here) I hear a dog barking. Are you looking for one?

her: What? (almost in my face and most definitely crossing the comfort conversation barrier)

Right now I am questioning if I can "take" her or not. (Not that I plan on "taking" people, but I like to size up the scenario when needed. This was NEEDED.) I think she might be that wired on something or maybe deaf.

I think I can take her.

me: I'm sorry. I thought you might have lost a dog or something and I was going to help you find it.

her: (screaming in my face) NO, but I lost a husband, so I'm a little CRAAAAZAAYYYY (that last part screamed with varying tones of voice just to let you know for sure she is in need of medication).

her, again: Was it a poodle?

me: I'm sorry? What?

As I was scoping the neighborhood trying to gage if I could take her, I saw a little old lady walking down the hill on the sidewalk. Great! A witness! About 10 steps more after I saw the crazy lady run away waving her hands again, this was my interchange with that little old lady with a cute little bun and a visor:

me: (no words- just puzzled expression)

little old lady: She really is crazy (said very matter-of-factly, as if she knows this street yeller very well).

I don't know a lot about grief (thankfully) and I'm sure people handle it in different ways, I just haven't heard of street running/ yelling/ accosting in any of the "Steps". Apparently they missed one.

God bless this woman if her husband really did die, but I think he might have just run away.