What's the most significant you just messed with the wrong person?

Moment you've witnessed or experienced.

I stopped in Reno overnight while moving across the country.

Had everything I own in a little beater I bought for the trip.

All night I'm keeping an eye on the parking lot.

There's a cop car in the lot.

Sure enough, late that night, I see a shady guy walking slowly along the line

of parked cars, scoping them out. To my surprise, he decides the cop car is the one he wants to

break into. So he takes off his shirt, wraps it around his arm, and starts hitting the window with

his forearm. I call the front desk and let them know what's going on. The lady says she's calling the

cops. I tell her it's a cop car he's trying to break into and ask if there's a cop staying in the hotel.

She says that she'll check. About 30 seconds later, a very angry man in his boxers thunders out of his

room and tackles the dude. He messed with the wrong person.

Why of all the cars would he decide that the cop car was the one to break into? That just sounds like

a bad plan from the start. My father recently told me a story about this jerk who he works with

driving trucks for different distributors. They have no smoking areas because

of food productions and things like that, but this jerk decided to smoke there anyway, putting his

butts out in a styrofoam cup. Anyway, after a while, his truck was loaded and he decided to just

throw the cup out the window after getting his truck. When a man walked past and asked him calmly to pick up the

cup and put it in the bin, to which this intellectual giant of a driver says,

If it's so important, why don't you put it in the bin? Before driving off, without making much

of a reaction, he picked it up, walked to the bin, then makes his way back inside. When my father gets back to the

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