This thread gave me a flashback...
Back when I was still in High School, I remember my whole family was in the car together (5 of us) heading down the interstate. My Dad was driving. As we got off on our exit, a madman driver swerves and damn near hits our car as he cuts us off. Not a good scene,,, my Dad was somehow able to avoid a crash.
Well,,, there was a light at the end of the exit and there was already a line of cars waiting for the red light to change. The fuck-nut who cut us off was stopped in line directly in front of us. Obviously my Dad was pissed,,, and I think Pops probably made some kind of gesture or whatever at him that the dude took offense to. So the dipshit proceeds to jump out of his car and start walking back to ours. So,,,,,, my Dad (who is a 6' 5" and about 260,,, not fat either) steps out of the vehicle to greet our new friend. When the guy gets a look at my Dad,,,, he paused, put his hand up in the air, and then turned around immediately and got back in his car.
My Mom was freaking out, but my sister and I laughed our asses off for days after watching that dude tuck his tail between his legs and run.