Many years ago while at college, I was in my parked car in the campus parking lot. I was early to class, so I was studying for a test. Along comes this big fat woman in her big fat car. (My car at that time was a 1966 Mustang fastback). She parks next to me leaving less than 12" between her car and mine. Problem was, she was about 4 ft wide. I thought a bomb went off as my car shook from the force of her door and body slamming into my Mustang. She looks over at me at gives me a dirty look as she walks away to class as I watched her in my rear view mirror. I got out of my car and surveyed the damage. A huge crease down the side of my passenger door, flaking paint. I was freaking furious. I got back in my car, waited until the coast was clear and proceeded to remodel her driver side door with my passenger door that she had already messed up. I left a crease in her door matching mine. I started my car up and drove to the other side of campus and parked. Cant remember how I did on that test but my blood pressure took awhile to subside. The dirty look that woman gave me is something I remember to this day, almost 40 years later.