a long long long time ago i had a swearing/cutting up battle with a Post Office van driver around the one-way system in Norwich, can’t remember how it started but it went on for quite a while, aided by the fact it was a van with a sliding driver’s door left open so insults were free and easy to exchange
the driver took the opportunity of me slowing down a bit to turn right to where i needed to get to by jumping out of his van (again, sliding door helping matters here) haul me off my bike and before i know it have me by the neck up against the wall, feet off the ground
i remembering thinking that things hadn’t gone well
there was more shouting but luckily the rapidly forming crowd saw him cease his actions and get back into his van, whilst i got the names of willing crowd members as witnesses
a strongly worded letter to the Post Office followed and then a knock on the door some weeks later by the van driver asking for me to tell his employees that he didn’t need to lose his job over his actions, i declined his request being young and full of hate and somehow my house wasn’t fire-bombed or have any dog turds posted through the letterbox
i’ve had plenty others, but that’s prob the best