Here's the worst situation to be heard on this thread. It's going to help you guys cope with your troubles better.
I had just got home from a good day at work. Everything went as planned. It was a Friday evening. I pick up my 2 month pregnant wife and 6 year old son. We decide to go to Chevy's. I was in the mood for some chips, salsa, and Margarita. I see a front door parking spot. I was like "COOL." Well, it wasn't. We walk in to reserve a table. While we were waiting, I tell the wife I'm going to leave my sunglasses in the car. I go to the car and while storing the glasses in my case, I hear "bump". I was like WTF!! I turn around to my right and this 40 something year old dude riding in the back seat of Mom and Dad's white Pontiac beat up Grand Prix hits my rear passenger door with his door. I get out and look at the door. Sure enough, white paint is smudged on it. I didn't yell anything or even showed emotions of being pissed. I was trying to approach the situation calmly. The guy is walking away and I said, "Excuse me, you hit my door." He's like, "are you sure?" Yes I'm sure. You were riding in the back of this white car and there's a white smudge on my door. He came over and looked at it. He used his fat index finger with some saliva and started rubbing the paint away. I told him, DON'T DO THAT!! He rubbed the paint off and said see, there's nothing wrong and began to walk away. As he did, I stared at the almost barely noticeable dent. The white paint was gone but I could see the clearcoat was smudged. I made the decision to go in and ask him for his information. I said, "Sir, I'm going to try to buff out the smudged clearcoat. If I can't, I will need your insurance information." He said in an aggressive tone of voice, "I'M NOT GIVING YOU ANYTHING! THE DOOR IS FINE." I said the door is not fine. Do you want me to show you what you did? He said, no, I know it was just a little paint. I told him to give me his information again. He responded, "I'M NOT GIVING YOU ANYTHING! YOU JUST WANT A FREE PAINT JOB!" I told him I don't want a free paintjob. If I wanted a free paint job I would've done it myself. The car is 10 months old. There is no need for a paint job. By this time, my wife is already upset hearing all of this so she recommends to call the cops in this loud tone. We had all of Chevy's looking at us. My son was scared shitless looking at me get pissed and almost drop kick the idiot. So I took her advice and went outside to call the cops. The cops tell me that they can come out but the best they can do is take his information. If he is not the owner of the car and doesn't have insurance, I will have to take my case to civil court. After that, I was thinking, "I'm going to have to take this guy to civil court for a door dent?" I wasn't up to that. So I told the cops to forget coming. They said are you sure? I said yes. However, in that phone call, they asked me for my address, name, and car I was driving. As I finish my call, my wife comes out raging upset. I asked what was wrong. She said, that guy was sat a few tables away from ours and he kept staring at her. So she asked what the hell you staring at? His reply was, "you just want a free paint job." Naturally, I pretty much just blanked out and began going to the front door. She yanked my arm and said no yelling at me. Some how she got to me and noticed it was not the right thing to do. It came to my mind that I was about to go do something that I shouldn't. Also my wife going under that stress while pregnant was not good. As I'm turning back, she says, "pop his tire." I was surprised for her to tell me that. :eek Then a light bulb lit. I have a nice Smith and Wesson knife in my briefcase for those times when I leave the office at night during winter. I went into my trunk opened the briefcase and took out the knife. As I'm kneeling down about to go for the drivers side rear tire, my wife see's me in the passenger side mirror. She opens the door and yells, "NOOOOOOO!" From there I get pissed because she requests one thing and as I'm about to do it, she changes her mind, and that again held me back. I end up getting in the car. I'm still fuming mad. She says lets go c'mon. I sat there literally for a few minutes that felt like eternity, and I reply, I'm leaving because of you and our son. If you guys weren't here, I'd have handled it my way with that damn tire at least. So we leave.
The only reason I didn't do anything is because I wasn't sure if the cops would pass on my information to this idiot in case I popped his tire. If they did, I don't know if he would come after me legally or personally. It was such an upsetting situation that after a month of so since it happened, I still remember it clearly.
This won't end like this again, I promise.