I'm riding home, it's dark. I hit a right turn red/green forward signal and wait. A driver slides into my lane and keeps going toward the next set of lights, up ahead. This car misses my left handlebar by 2" or so.

I sit there for a second, seeing the car stop a few hundred yards ahead. I'm a bit stunned and decide I should tell this person that they nearly killed me. I ride up to the car, the driver's busy doing her makeup in the rear-view. I knock on the window and say, "Did you know how close you where to hitting me back there?"

I was polite, I've got into these confronations before. Yelling and taking the angry, moral high-ground (whilst momentarily satisfying) acheives little.

She responded, "Did I hit you?"

"No, I'm still alive, you'd know if you hit me." I replied.

"So did I hit you?"

"No, you just need to know that you nearly killed my son's dad and nearly made my wife a widow, that's all."

"So did I hit you?", becoming more obstinate.

Lights went green, "F**K YOU!"

It makes me seriously sad. Did I hit you? If no, then what's your problem?

Angry, moral high-ground sounds great right about now.