I was driving East down 17th street towards I-35 (one way, 4 lanes), and I was in the leftmost lane. A guy was walking West on the sidewalk by the rightmost lane. He stepped out a couple of feet into the lane and kicked an empty can of Skoal towards me. I shifted the car over about a foot and crushed the can with my right front tire. The guy pumped his fist like we scored a goal in some kind of twisted MOPAR street hockey derivative. It was awesome.