^This.
Some of my favorite responses (no matter WHAT has been said), and always said in a calm voice (I try not to smirk and try to keep my voice flat rather than sounding like I’m going to laugh). Stand there and let them continue until they’ve blown themselves out. I was in a multi-month battle with a person who honestly wished me dead. They were the tantrum throwing sort and would get their buddies to jump in on the tantrums. So these do work:
“Well, God Bless your little heart” (heat tilt, concerned look on face)
“Thank you so much for sharing.” (bright smile like you’ve just gotten the cure for cancer)
“Well, isn’t that interesting?” (deep intellectual look, like contemplating their wisdom about the benifits of your going and F-ing yourself)
Sometimes these fit, and I love it when they fit…
“Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to get happy”
“Well, you must love it if you keep doing the same thing”
But, once I pick one, I just keep repeating it. (You’d be amazed at how the rah-rah crowd realizes the joke and will turn on and laugh at their attack dog leader pretty quickly)
Anyway. NEVER turn your back on them, NEVER walk away from them. NEVER advance toward them. Stay right where you are and totally willing to listen to them until THEY stop and THEY walk away (even if they blow on for an hour!). It will go a long way toward extinguishing the behavior, especially if they have their rah-rah crowd there watching. Once you’ve non-reacted to them, they won’t risk their rah-rah crowd seeing another failure like that in the future.
The first time you do it… make a point to notice their faces. They WANT you to yell back, that is their pay off. I’ve driven one person to the point that I could tell they were debating punching me. They had their rah-rah crowd there and were getting creamed by my total lack of reaction. The only reason I wasn’t punched was because the screamer has a criminal history and knew darn well that the cops couldn’t touch them for yelling, but the minute he touched me, that was assault.
Same idiot who wanted me dead also saw fit to try to “chase” me down a road in their car. It was a narrow two lane road with all sorts of twists. Their rah-rah crowd were all piled into the car, flipping fingers, red faced ranting, hand talking to each other. I slowed down to 15mph, turned on my favorite radio station, rolled down the window and hung my elbow out in the sun… and just tootled along like an old lady.
Their choice was to pass or continue the ‘chase’. We traveled over 10 miles that way (45 minutes - and I made a point to NEVER use my brakes, so I wasn’t even asking them to back off), them fipping fingers and ranting at each other in the car… I thought they would explode by the time they finally decided to pass me. (since they were in his beaaauutifuuuul ride, I knew he wouldn’t actually make contact with my old farm truck or try to run me off the road. My truck out weighted his car by at least twice.) Then, as soon as they’d passed, I did a K turn and was waiting for them at their driveway when they got home. I wish I had video of them. I’ve never seen so many creative ways to use the F word. Our tax dollars had not been wasted on their public education!