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Similar thing happened to me a long time ago.
I was running around my ‘hood, and I felt something heavy “thunk” me in my back. I was scared for a moment thinking someone was actually running after me and putting his hands on me, but then I saw a car driving by with a kid my age hanging out the window pointing and laughing at me.
Once I had realized I'd been hit with a bottle, I flipped him off, uttered the loudest "FUCK YOU" I've ever said and ran after the fucker.
What was cool (to me) was that I was already running damn fast, and was running even faster! That was pretty cool. I was damn near dead at the speed I was running, but that shot of adrenaline and anger had me running even faster AND on a slope.
Anyway, I never got the guy, but once they saw that they had pissed me off, they sped up and I just stewed in my rage as I completed my 5k run.
But getting water splashed on you was pretty fucking rude.
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"To win any battle, you must fight as if you were already dead." – Miyamoto Musashi
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