I had a glare incident yesterday...was sitting in my car with the wife having lunch, and a beat up minivan drove slowly in front of me.
(My car is heavily decorated with flowers, vines, butterflies etc)
The guy at first was looking at the car, then our eyes met and he GLARED like he was some kind of badass...I kept eye contact, smiled BIG, and girlie-waved at him. He drove away with a look of disgust on his face...although I'm not sure if that was at me for being who I am, or at himself for not having the balls to stop.
Also, about two weeks ago I was in the drugstore getting some pictures printed when in walk two members of the local "bad biker" group. For a moment I was very on alert, but these two were the best behaved men, they gave me no problems, wished me a merry Cmas even