What to do with those tossed salads, scrambled eggs

Once on a night run when I was somewhere in middle high school I came upon a yard that was being sprayed by the really good kind of sprinklers so I came into the yard and squatted upon the best sprinklerhead, the one in the middle of the yard, and wetted my hair and rinsed my face and enjoyed the fine mist a bit when the man that I didn't notice sitting on the front porch said, "Boo!" causing me to run away in genuine fear. It was a whole quarter of a mile down the road before I realized it was just an elderly man having a joke on me.

That happened again tonight. I'm 23 now. And I am ashamed.