The wife and I went to get some dinner tonight, she drove us in my truck. She said she wanted to run in a store in a little strip mall for a couple minutes, I said cool...i'll just sit in the truck and wait. I relined the seat back a bit and was just relaxing when a car pulled in next to my truck on my side. It was some young kid, music pounding, in a small Honda that he has all suped up. Im looking at this young punk kid through the ext-cab window and he opens his door and nails my truck. He didnt even flinch, he just assumed the truck was empty. I raised up and he saw me. Oh how the apologies poured in. He said there was no scratch or dent. I was mad but said no problem. He went in the store. I got out and looked myself. Yep, theres a scratch. I opened his door and it lined up perfect. I got back in my truck and was fuming. I kept thinking about his face when he thought nobody was around. My wife gets back and gets in the truck. She starts it and is about to put it in reverse and I tell her to hold on a second. I unlatch my door and slam it open about 5 times into his door. I shut my door and smile at my wife and tell her that we can go now. I very rarely lose my temper but this guy hit a nerve. I told my wife what happened and she gave me a speach on how it should have been handled but I think I did the right thing.