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I was pulling into a parking spot at the top of Main Street to wait for my French actors to get out of their premier. As I was pulling into my spot I heard a rather frustrated man call to me, "Get the f** out of the way you fuzzy faced b**." Somehow that car ended up pulling in behind me, so I put my car in park and walked back for some clarification. He was sitting in the passenger's side rear seat and was easily 45 years old. So I walked up to his window, leaned down and asked him if he would repeat himself...

45: What?! What are you talking about?
Me: I was just wondering if I heard you correctly back there.
45:(all sorts of heated up at this point) What did you think you heard?!
Me: I heard what you called me, I just wanted you to repeat it for me.
45:What?! I didn't call you anything!
Me: Yeah, you did. I'm sure of it.
45: What did you think I called you?!
Me: Fuzzy faced b***."

It was almost as if my repeating his gesture flipped a switch in his brain that sent him over the edge. He started to get out of the car. When he opened the door and the dome light came on I could see that he was accompanied by about five teenage girls three of which started yelling, "Dad! No! Dad, STAY IN THE CAR!" So he sat back down and the driver started to inch away. While he was busy giving me a scowl I gave him a big smile and said, "I know exactly what you said, I was just curious if you were actually going to man up to it." If I thought he was irate before, then I don't even know how to classify his anger after I said that...
So the story ends with a scene of me standing in the middle of the road at the top of Main Street, giant grin on my face, white sedan pulling away with a man yelling obscenities out the window drawing everyone's attention to him and then back to me. I'll be honest, I was worried that it was going to come to blows. I think the thing that worried me the most is that the street and sidewalk were completely covered in ice and slush... and I was wearing a brand new pair of jeans:)