You will regret it, in more ways than one.
That is a lesson I apparently have not learned.
On the other hand, telling said jackwagon that you broke your car with your bare hands and asking him does he really want to push you that far can be a pretty good deterrent to future jackwaggonery.
The bright side is, it doesn't really hurt, and I can still knit.
On the not so bright side, I broke my car. My poor wittle car.
But no worries. I've got plenty of duct tape. I'll have him good as new tomorrow.
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