Welp, this is a first for me. I've been on the receiving end of horns, middle fingers, coal rolling, and aggressive revving (look if my city had more bike lanes I'd use 'em, but for some parts of my commute, I'm forced into a narrow lane, so sorry!)
But tonight - on my way home, it's a Sunday evening and there's virtually no traffic, but a few restaurants and bars open. And all of a sudden I hear, "THIS MOTHERFUCKER" and then next thing I know one of the patio stools is hurled at me?? It came from my left and landed within a foot of my front tire.
I was just kinda dumbfounded so I awkwardly pulled over to pick it up (only one car behind me and they slowed down too). I looked to the guy and just said "did you drop this?" (wasn't thinking, that's just what came out haha).
The guy looks like a long-haired Gary Busey and talked like him too. He comes marching right up to me and yells out "NO." and then snatches the stool from my hand and then marches back.
Genuinely one of the oddest interactions I've had with someone.
Idk if I was the target of the aggression, or maybe he was in a fight and I was just in the middle of it haha.
One for the books, as they say!