I got lost driving my brother to football practice, and I wound up driving the wrong way on a one-way street. I (mistakenly) had my window down, so one person after another shouted at me, “You’re going the wrong way!”
“Yes, I know, I’m trying to turn around,” I called to the first person. “Thank you.”
“You’re going the wrong way!” said the next one.
“Yeah!” I yelled. “I know! Thanks!”
“Has anyone TOLD you that you’re GOING the wrong WAY?” this lady yelled at me, gesticulating wildly out her window.
“YES, THEY HAVE!” I shouted.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” the next woman bellowed. “YOU’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!”
Finally I lost it and shouted back, “SCREW YOU TOO!” but my brother was already leaning across to roll up the window, so I’m sure that lady just caught a jumbled stream of angry, poorly-vocalized emotion coming at her. Eventually I found a driveway to pull into and I just muttered to my brother, “I hate people,” to which he said simply, “They suck sometimes.”