Said driver got out, flung open the passenger door or sons car, dived in and pinned him against the window.
Many years ago I stopped to let a van through at one of those artificial pinch points that today would have priority one way or the other. The driver of the van leapt out, ripped open my door and punched me full in the face for mouthing off at him.
I was enthusiastically singing along to the stereo.
Zoomed out on the map a bit and I see there’s a place called “Bedlam” just down the road.
Yup, that’s literally just up the road where I used to live. There’s more horses there than people.