Quite a few years ago in a supermarket carpark in northern France, a chap pulled up along side me and wham! opened his door onto by T5 kombi. I leapt out immediately and remonstrated with said frenchie. He went "pah!" and walked away. As there was no one about, and my wife and kids were shopping, I preceded to kick the f*@k out of his car, well as much as you can in flipflops! It made me feel better anyway, and apparently my french comes flowing back when i'm angry.
So be warned!