Err, no. Bit more involved than that.
My local Tesco has decided that the only acceptable way of getting their is by car. You can get to it on foot, but it involves walking in the road for a brief time (20 feet?) because they’ve built a car wash where the pavement used to be.
I didn’t hear a car come up behind me due to the wind (both lanes go in the same direction, albeit with a 20mph limit) and instead of maybe sounding the horn or just waiting 5 seconds until I get back to the pavement, the driver revved his engine, hard, about a foot away from the back of my knees.
Not particularly impressed with this and in subsequent adrenaline rush gave him some abuse and possibly delivered a kick to the bumper. At which point a pair of enormous eastern European blokes unfold themselves from the car…
Decided quite quickly that discretion was the better part of valour and legged it. Unfortunately when I did get back on the pavement it was slick with leaves and I went down like a sack of potatoes. Hence the grazed knee and palm. And my favourite jeans now have a hole in the knee and blood on the leg.
If it is karma I feel a bit hard done by, to be honest.