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I once joined a road on my bicycle. About 5 to 10 seconds later a Fiat 500 pulled past me and the passenger, a lass, shouted "Wanker!". It annoyed me. I was no danger to them, I did not pull out in front of them, they were a good distance away and it was a residential area.
I made my way home, which was not far at all, and would you believe it? that same car has parked up about 8 doors down from me.
I was not in the mood for an argument (I very rarely am truth be told, especially with people I do not know), but I wanted to have a good look look at them at least. What followed was satisfying; cycling slowly, almost coming to a stop, sneering at them through their car windscreen, two chavvy looking girls, looking over their car, the house they were parked at, and then back at them, as they sat in the car looking worried. I may have been subtlety intimidating them, but I feel the eye daggers were well justified and if honest, somewhat pleasing.
I looked back at them just before I walked down the alley to get to the back of my row of houses to ensure they knew I lived locally. A week or so later, me and my housemate walked passed them by their house. I pointed out they were the ones who called me a wanker, to which they looked sheepish once again! They did not say a word.
All in all, I thought it worked out quite well.