Two 30-ish mothers, each pushing a baby carriage side-by-side across both halves of a marked and lane-divided bike path, chatting.
Bell dings twice when I'm about 40 feet coming up from behind; no response.
Another double ding halfway there.
Mom on the wrong side of the path turns around, puts up the finger, and yells "go around, a*****e!"
She turns back around, and they resume their chat.
I moved off the left side of the paved path to the soft shoulder to pass.