intersection that had two lanes on our side, but merged into one on the other side. He thought I should have pulled in behind him instead. I was almost home, and decided I wasn't going to show him where I lived, so I drove down the street to the church parking lot. I locked my doors and kept my windows rolled up. He got out, and was young guy that was pretty big guy, and his wife was in the passenger seat. He started yelling at me, and I just explained back through the closed window that what I did was completely legal. He kept telling me to get out, and I had no shame in telling him I was afraid to get out because of how he was acting.

He got frustrated and hit my drivers side door, and went to get back in his car. I got out and looked at my door, which had already had a dent previously. I started yelling at him that he was going to pay for denting my car, and made a big show of writing down his license plate number. His wife had her head in her hands as they drove off. I didn't intend to do, and never did anything with the license, just wanted him to feel uncomfortable about it, waiting for a call from the police or an insurance company.