These car stories remind me of one my former roommate shared with me.
Where we lived, it was all apartment buildings and parallel parking on the street. And like most streets, it was first come, first serve. There was nothing even slightly resembling reserved parking.
One day, she parked her car, got out and was getting things out of her trunk. Suddenly, a man pulled up next to her and got out of his car. Then, while he was screaming obscenities at her, he slammed the trunk closed. She very narrowly missed having her hand caught in the lid.
Her crime? She took HIS parking spot. He had been driving around, spotted it but had to turn around to come back in the right direction, due to the one way street configuration. And my roommate was supposed to magically know this.
I don't remember the outcome but I do know she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and I'm pretty sure she gave him a pretty good chunk of it.