Ow, ow, ow. A car pulled mostly through the crosswalk before their light turned and they got stuck. I started crossing the street behind it when the owner panicked and started to back up. I reflexively whacked their trunk with my hand to make them stop. The driver rolled down their window and yelled at me for slapping their car. I resisted the urge to practice amateur, ad-hoc orthodontia.
I think I bruised my wrist, though. Ow. Ow. Ow.