There is a chain mail that I've received twice or thrice from different sources. Suppousedly it's a true story, but you never know. It's told by someone who was having a beer in a terrace -in Spain, when the weather is good, bars are allowed to put chairs and tables in the "terrace", the street-. Suddenly, a young lad with his cheapo tuned car -in the "Fast and the furious" tuning fashion- parks in such a way that blocks the exit to the storyteller's car and a big, 10 year old Mercedes. The owner and his wife, in their fifties, were having a drink too. When they were ready to go the man asked the guy to move the car. The guy, who was with their friends, told him "I'll be there right now" but continued smoking and joking with his friends.
The man and the woman got into his Mercedes, waited for a couple minutes, but seeing that the guy wouldn't come, the man honk prompting the guy to move the car. The guy said something like "what's wrong with you? I told you I'll go right now" and whispered to his friends, but enough to let the man hear it "I'll go when I want". Actually, he said something referring to his balls, a very common expression here without a corresponding translation to english.
So, the man in the Mercedes put the reverse gear, put the car in motion and crashes into the guy's car, who had spent a fortune in custom painting. While the Mercedes had almost no damage, the guy's car had a smashed door. "Are you f'king nuts?". The guy and his friends wanted to beat the man, but the rest of the people there put themselves in between. And the man said: "Listen son, in this life, to be a bragger you need balls and money. Don't worry, my insurance will pay your damage, but for my balls that you are going to have your car one month in the garage, just a little more than what you have made me wait".
Now tell me if you need to look like a badass to be one.
Raul