I had something similar happen to me- except I didn't get run over.

My girlfriend at the time was driving, and we exited the highway to stop off at a gas station. Right before the station entrance the car in front of us stopped short for no apparent reason. Obviously we stopped short as well, which in turn caused the truck behind us to stop short. The truck behind us started honking like crazy, we turned into the station, and the truck sped off in the distance.

Girlfriend went in to pay while I sat outside and pumped. Low and behold the truck sped into the gas station, and an angry man stepped out to confront me. He got right in my face, and started screaming.

"Learn how to fucking drive, you moron! I had my newborn child in the car with me!"

"Okay. 1. I wasn't driving. 2. Even if I was driving, the car in front of us stopped short, what would you have me do? Slam into the back of their car because someone in the car behind me might be taking their kid home? Maybe you should learn how to drive. You're supposed to leave enough room between you and the car in front of you so you can safely come to a stop if they slam on the brakes."

"I don't want to hear your excuses. Shut the fuck up. I will fucking destroy you. I'm a goddamned firefighter." (He seriously said this.)

"That's nice. I've got both a height and weight advantage on you, and this won't be my first fight. It won't look too great to your wife when I kick your ass in front of her and your newborn."

"Just try it, fat ass." (I had gotten pretty chunky, admittedly.)

"You came to me. I'm not going to get recorded on camera throwing the first punch. If you want to fight, throw the first punch, I'll bash your head in to my car until you pass out, and then I'll load your unconscious body back into your truck so your scared shitless wife can drive you home."

"Fuck you, fatty!"

"The fuck did you just say to me? If you want to fight me, fight me. I don't have time for you to build yourself up to it. Either throw the first punch or fuck off."

He flipped me off, and then left. On his way back to his truck, I yelled, "And congrats on the fucking kid, asshole!"

Then my girlfriend came back from paying, and she admitted, "Yeah, I saw that guy from the truck come barreling into the gas station and then hopped out to confront you. I wanted no part of that so I stayed in here until it was over." That's true love, right there.