Washing the car and discovering two kind souls have opened their car doors into mine leaving little dents on my motor.
I was sat in a reliant scimitar I had once, in a car park, when an overweight woman in a Chelsea tractor (thy all are, who do this) literally threw her door open into mine. It was done with such force the car shook. I got out to assess the damage and, rather than make any apology, she glared at me with bile, distain and venom in her eyes as though it were my fault.
I told her that she would be less of an utterly selfish bloated individual if she took more care of other people's possessions when out in public and let her know what a frightful individual she was with her lack of social skills.
Swindon that.