I was wondering what your thoughts on this story were. It's true, and just happened to me today:
Today, in the hustle and bustle of city life, I put my foot back as someone walked into me - causing him to tumble to the side, as I continued making my way to the post office. It's quite a fair thing to do, I think, when someone six foot four isn't looking and almost runs you over.
He, on the other hand, did not think so. After hearing a footstep louder than normal, I felt him try to kick me where the sun don't shine from behind - deftly I stopped his assault with my knees/inner thighs, and then hopped forward while turning around to face my opponent.
He stood there, in all his red-beard-septum-pierced-poorly-dressed glory (it wasn't very glorious), breathing heavily, sweating in the day's humidity, and staring at me with eyes to kill.
He was so mad he spat as he yelled at me (in German), "Where do you think you're going? Watch out who you run into!"
After a second's pause, I held out my hand, and spoke to him in my mother tongue, calmly, "I apologize for what I did. I didn't mean to catch you in a bad mood." I took his hand and shook it, and the rage left his face. I told him to have a good day, and walked away.