True story........my first ever job was at K-Mart in 96. I worked there 4 years and survived 4 holiday seasons somehow. On Christmas Eve my second year I was in the parking lot getting buggies. It was insane there with all the people and cars. I saw this spot open and the one beside of it a car was backing out. This old man in a truck was waiting on one of the spots as was this guy driving a Dodge Viper. The guy in the Viper positioned himself better when the car pulled out and parked dead square in the middle of the two spaces.
The old guy in the truck came unglued. I stayed out there and watched as the jerk in the Viper got out and ran into the store. The poor old mountain hillbilly parked a long way away finally. He then walked way out of his way to get to the Viper sitting in the parking lot (in the middle of its 2 spaces). This was a sizeable country man - about 6'3 325 or so. He proceeded to put his boot right into the side of the Vipers door as hard as he could and then spit tobacco across the windshield. I found it fitting myself and didn't say a word about it. I don't think anyone else around did either because we didn't call the law in. I wish I would have been in the lot when the Viper guy came back out - I bet he crapped his pants because that door was caved in like it had been crashed.