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BernardRenault
Going back 4 years and 10 pages "Does your sister know you've borrowed her car?"
Inferring that the car a man is driving was in fact designed to be driven by a woman elicites a smouldering rage that turns into pure white hot fury from any man I've said it to. You can almost see the question sinking in, especially if you break whatever the previous exchange is to ask in a calm but genuinely inquiring way (works especially well if the car is new/expensive). It uses their own gender prejudices against their own various insecurities which not only makes it effective but also even more funny. It's hilarious to imagine them thinking about it all the way home, the fact that they may go on to question it at various points for the remainder of the time they drive that car is a potential (but perhaps unlikely) bonus. Should be used with some caution/escape route/willingness to get handy as the reactions can be extreme.
However the best exchange I had after a pointless close pass when I was going 45KM/h once I caught the prick at the lights I called him a cunt (in French) He got out of the car and marched towards telling me I should be polite (The French, in my experience value politeness above unnecessarily risking other peoples lives) & giving all of the reasons he thought it was acceptable to pass me how he did (I was going too slow, I was in the middle of the road then bizarrely that I was going too fast), at this point not only did he realize that he'd ran out of arguments & that car's were beeping because his empty car was blocking the lane but also that I guess he hadn't planned to get out of his car during that journey because he was wearing a vest and what looked like some pink silky pants (he was a short, fattish guy in his 50's), all of this I ignored/didn't notice until he turned to go & all I said was 'nice panties' and saw him visibly shrink as he walked the remaining 10 or so steps back to his car with a queue of car passengers watching. Most satisfying exchange ever.