I've been egged and had rocks thrown at me while riding around the city, always by little kids, so it never bothered me too much. Hopefully they'll grow up to be good people. Though on the other hand, they might just grow up to be like the folks in my story...
As I was riding home from work (at night in January) it started to snow. Since I only about 10 miles to go I figured what the heck, I'll probably make it before the snow really sticks to the road, but of course within a few miles it HAD started to stick. I just reduced speed and carried on. Soon it was so bad that I was riding below 10 mph with my feet out as skis. About 5 blocks away from home I took a turn too fast, dumping the bike and gently sliding into a car. Nothing was damaged, but I couldn't get enough traction to pick the bike up. Thankfully, two guys were leaving the corner bar and noticed me struggling and slipping in the intersection. I yelled out, asking if one of them could please help me. They looked at me, then at each other, burst out laughing and said "no." Then they walked away, still laughing and berating me for riding a motorcycle in the snow.
Eventually I got the bike upright and carried on. That was years ago, but whenever I think of those two jackasses I still want to wring their necks.
-Ian