I work from home, so I *never* commute. Today, though, I was leaving my girlfriend's house to drive back down to Florida. I was on North Druid hills road, preparing to merge onto 85 south around 8:30am. Traffic is completely bumper to bumper (reason #45,349 I'm glad I don't live in GA anymore) and I'm trying to get over in the right hand lane to get onto the interstate. To my knowledge, I did *nothing* mean or illegal in traffic that morning -- if anything, I drive too "nice" for Atlanta traffic. I signaled/waved when trying to get over a lane, I did not cut anyone off, I did not stop suddenly, etc. Traffic was moving at all of 2mph, so I'm not sure what serious transgression I could have possibly performed at that speed, but... As I'm looking to my right to merge over (my car is stopped, waiting on traffic and lights), I hear a loud knock on my driver's window. I'm thinking it's a panhandler at first, and I look over and this older guy (maybe 40's or 50's, black, average build, mustache, glasses, slightly gray hair) is POUNDING on my window, yelling, and looking very angry. I did not see any weapons, so I now figured that he was neither a panhandler or a carjacker. The basic gist of his shouts were "get out of the car" and "roll the window down" -- two things I had no intentions of doing. Again, he was pissed, and knocking very loudly. I'm wondering where the hell this guy came from, and I look in my rearview and there is a gold impala behind me with the driver's door open and a handicapped tag attached to the mirror. Apparently, this crazy dude parked his car in the middle of north druid hills eastbound and came over to yell at me about something or other. I had grabbed my gun in about the first .5 seconds of this encounter (edit: my gun stayed in its pocket holster, and never left) and had it in my lap. As he did not seem to present a serious threat other than just being completely insane, I saw no need to draw or make the weapon visible or in any way resort to my weapon -- I only made it available because I didn't know where this was headed or if he was armed. My tint is very dark, and I'd be surprised if he could make out anything more than my silhouette during this whole ordeal, but I made sure to keep the weapon out of sight regardless. I basically spent 20 seconds telling him to "get the away from my car" before traffic started moving and I could drive away quickly. As I drove off, I saw him run back to his car and continue on north druid hills, running a red light and just about T-boning two cars making turns ahead of him. Good riddance, clown. A few things come to mind: -My 100lb, fiercely loyal Rhodesian Ridgeback was in the backseat. I considered just rolling down my back window and letting the dog's bark scare the bejesus out of him -I was legitimately concerned that he was going to break the glass at some point -- he was REALLY going to town on my window. I had no intentions of having glass in my face or a fist coming through that glass, so I was prepared to kick my door open in his general direction to knock him over if he'd starting actually attacking me -The guy had on a t-shirt supporting some church and something about Jesus. Guess he didn't pay too much attention to that stuff. -The guy's "handicap" (as per his mirror decal/sticker) did not prevent him from getting out of his car in about 1 second, running 20 feet to my car, and pounding incessantly at my car window while yelling at the top of his lungs for half a minute. I thought that was odd. How was your morning?