Regarding the OP solely.
There used to be a guy occupying my skin who while rarely looking for trouble, seldom did he turn away from it either, and often, upon recognizing discountenance, would rush head-long towards it.
Much of this would have been the casting of my own inner "Politenessman's" steel hanky of retribution. Which is to say: You don't get to act that way without a commensurate reaction. This, much to the Ol' Man's credit though his temperance was greater.
Anyhow, my acting as decorum's own avenger has waned considerably over the years though individual circumstances (as recently as yesterday in a flagrant disregard for etiquette at the dump) will elicit a revisit of aggressive do-goodery. I put this calmer, more contemplative reaction to ass-hatedness down not so much to the calming influences of aging as it doubtless mellowed the Ol' Man... me, I put it down to several interactions with reality TV wannabees and seeing in their eyes that I'm closing with chemically enhanced crazy, lazy, stupid and/or aggressive.
Or, these days, seeing a reaction like the OP's, I'm more likely to count three and blast a "Good morning" or other intercoures displacer as appropriate.
Or simpler... They'se all doped up and I ain't really in their world. Arguing with crazy, prescription med or otherwise, is generally fruitless and articularly self-lowering.
Todd.
