Few years ago during work I was leaving a gas station through an alley connected to storage units. I'm driving a Subaru mini truck mind you. There is a guy in a big Silverado parked in front of a unit, not moving nor buckled nor was he even remotely resembling someone about to move. So I slow way down, yield. Then realize he isn't going anywhere, so I drive past him through this alleyway. Naturally as I do his taillights light up. He sees me, no big deal, not even remotely a close call.
Yet, he apparently follows me the 2 blocks back to my work and he had pulled up behind me when I got out. I walk up and ask if I can help him.
"I just want to know whose gonna pay for my truck for the damages!"
Me, "pardon?"
"You flew behind me as I was backing out! That's private property, I'm gonna go talk to Ralph (tore shop guy who owns units)"
I just low him off and walk back to grab my stuff. But I see him still talking and can vaguely hear him cussing me out. So I chuck my drink in the back of the mini truck and stormed back over and started yelling at this grumpy old curmudgeon to the effect of:
"ITS A f#&%ING ALLEY WAY YOU STUPID PRICK! I SLOWED WAY THE f#&% DOWN BEFORE DRIVING PAST YOU, SORRY YOU'RE TO f#&%ING SENILE TO LOOK IN A MIRROR! PRETTY SURE YOUR BIG TRUCK WOULD FLATTEN THIS DINKY TRUCK DAMAGE WISE! GET OUT AND I'LL DAMAGE YOUR FACE"
At this point he must have been a little worried because he put the truck in reverse and nudged me with his mirror as he was leaving to which I asked who was gonna pay for my medical bills for the injury he just caused me on private property. In real life it actually takes a lot to get me to that level of mad, doesn't happen often.