[jayno20]

Originally Posted by Scalded Dog

Not that this is really similar, but, hey, parking too close and door dings... storytime, kiddos!

I had just gotten my car (a Mitsubishi Starion) painted... got it out of the shop that day. I stopped at a store on the way home. When I came out, there was Jabba the Hut, with his door pressed up against the side of my door, as he stood next to his car, leaning in, and pressing his own door OPEN--- hard--- against my soft, fresh paint.

When arrived, and asked something that rhymes with, "Blut the fluck?!?" he just stood there. No words... a hint of a smirk, but not even a weak attempt at apology.

He then closed his door, and stepped away.

I then approached the space in between our cars, observed the deep crater he'd made in my soft paint, unlocked my door, and stepped into my car. I then proceeded to "slam my door open" against his... over and over (okay, so I was a little hot headed back then!).

Dude just stood there. I stopped my onslaught, and stared that fat fluck down. It was a wordless exchange of hate.

Then I left.

Worth every bit of chipped paint on my door edge.

I feel like this may be something I would do (still would do).