Re: Armor! Or not.
Reminds me of something that happened the other day... I was driving slowly down the front of a mall, slipping the clutch and goosing the accelerator as I looked for a row with an empty space. I found one, parked, and got out of the car only to find my way blocked by another car driven by a skinhead/redneck/weightlifter type. He squints at me and says, "You! Were you revving your engine at me back there? Were you?"
Clearly he's spoiling for a fight. (His girlfriend is in the seat next to him, dying of embarrassment.)
I'm so flabbergasted I just stare at him and tell him, "No. No, I wasn't." So he mutters some imprecations and drives off.
But it left me with this profound sense of pity. Can you imagine going through your life with your antennae on high alert always, looking for the guy who's going to diss you? I'd be exhausted.
Sounds like that was maybe your friend.