Two stories:

Once, as a pedestrian crossing the street legally in a crosswalk in downtown SF, I almost got nailed by a silver Mercedes that was running a red light. As I jumped out of the way I hit the backside of the car with my hand. It was just a reflex. I wasn't trying to be a badass, but I guess my hand was pissed. Then this small guy (5'4"? 130lbs?) in a suit pulls the car over, in traffic, so he could jump out and threaten to kick my ass. It was really funny, since I'm 6'4" and 225lbs. He gets right in my face (er, chest) and starts to scream at the top of his lungs about how if I ever touch his car again he was going to KILL me... with spittle dripping down his chin. He was furious. I didn't even get a word in. I just stood there. I thought he was going to try and punch me, but when he was done screaming, he just called me a mother ****er, told me to watch out, got back in his car and drove off. Nice guy.

A couple months ago I got doored by some lady in a mustang with a huge door and I couldn't avoid it -- it happened too fast, in a narrow street, with a car passing too close at my left elbow -- and she panicked and started yelling at me that it was my fault since I was "speeding" (yeah right). I rather nicely told her not to worry, that I was ok (thanks lady for asking, ha!), and that if she just bought me a new front wheel (obviously necessary) then I'd forget about the rest and not call the police, but that if she refused, I'd have to call the police to come out and do a report. At the moment I thought that the rest of my bike seemed ok except some scratches and scuffs on the seat. By the way, I was totally bleeding on my arm, legs, etc. She calmed down and said ok, ordered the wheel for me at a bike shop and end of story. (But then I realized later my alu bars needed replacing and my headset was ovalized... but that just gave me an excuse to upgrade to a new Chris King).

Slow day at work today.