.... well nearly.
I was just nipping down to the shops when someone started to pull out of a sideroad in front of me. He noticed me just in time but I blew my horn as I drove past as he had given me a bit of a fright.
I thought nothing more of it and parked behind our local store. As I got out the car, however, this other driver pulled up next to me shouting.
In taking this action I don't think he anticipated an unshaven, 6'3", 16 stone Scotsman with an extensive vocaulary being prepared to engage with him on at least equal terms.
He chose not to get out of his car and we parted, differing in our interpretation of events, and exchanging earthy anglo saxon salutations!