I had a guy try a swoop and squat when I was driving the Sprinter. Those things are frickin' sports cars... Luckily there wasn't anyone to my left, so I just whipped around him...
Back about 30 years ago, a guy was so het up on a pickup basketball game that he crossed over lanes and tagged me head on while trying to turn into a local HS gym... No dash cam, of course... He's yelling and stuff, and the police come, and he's yelling and telling the cop how important his family is, and so on and so forth, and the cop listens for a couple of minutes, turns to me, and says "So, Chuck - How's your mother doing? That resume you typeset for me got me this job."
Gigglesnort.