I was called a ‘four eyed c…’ by an elderly gentleman once.
I dared to squeeze past him…I had said excuse me a few times and he ignored me (i know this because he turned round the first time to see who it was). Then I thought sod it and squeezed past him.
He then launched into a series of shouting, swearing and insulting. Mostly based around the premise that I should have a bell. He squared up to me and told me “I’m 79…what are you going to do? Hit me?”.
That’s when he came out with the four eyed comment.
Not much I could do other then tell him I’ll check the local obituaries as I’m looking forward to when he dies (bit mean but never mind). Then he told me he knew where I lived (I was about 30 miles from home), and that his sons, who he told me were a lot bigger than I am, will be round to ‘get me’ (I’m 6’2 and 14 stone – so they must have been man mountains).
Haven’t been visited by any angry giants yet though.