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I've had a guy come at me once.
It really wasn't that bad (it took out the front driver's side fender), but this fellow comes hopping out screaming and bellowing. The fact that my door wouldn't open as it was smashed shut was the only thing that prevented him from yanking me out. Once I slid across to the passenger side and grabbed the tire tool from behind the seat, he calmed down quite a bit.
I've been in a few accidents some my fault, others not. The vast majority of them handled quite politely. Quiet exchanges of insurance information, making sure no one was hurt and waiting for the police to show up.
It was an accident and accidents happen.
I see no reason to get all upset and give in to the baser, and largely testosterone driven, impulses.
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