Yesterday's commute home required an alternate route I haven't used in many months (intermediate destination called for it). I'm tooling along, only a minute or two out from my job and I feel a car mirror strike the left bar end of my bike. Hooray for slowish traffic, spring-load mirrors, and solid bike handling skills! (the latter having saved me on many an occasion) I started viciously cursing out the idiot who just hit me -- the only thing that caused her to stop her car. The weather was nice so the window was rolled down enough for me to spew more nasty words to her face. The only reply was a self-righteous "sorry!".
My reaction wasn't really the best, I admit, but "sorry"? in such a way as to make it sound like it was my fault? Sheesh! So much for the 3-foot passing rule. Not sure what the idiot driver was thinking (anything?). Oh, and to the the VC nuts about to get medieval on me for not taking the lane: the "lane" is really a double-wide lane with no stripe, IIRC, so I was more-or-less taking a lane.