I had some punk kid yell something out the passenger window of his Tahoe yesterday, only to be stopped at the very next light. I casually pulled up beside him to find that he had quickly rolled up the window. I just stood there shaking my head at him. He wasn't about to turn to look at me. I laughed as I rode off, hoping to myself that he didn't run me over on the subsequent pass.
Thankfully he moved into the left lane when he came by a second time - window still up.