My wife says I have leanings to psychopathy; is it true?

Out in the car, together, and a horn blasting session takes place with an idiot cutting me off.
He stops in front of me, gets out and opens the Boot, (Trunk), and pulls out what looks like a Jack Handle.
Coming towards the car he's screaming for me to get out so he can lay me out with the tool.
I get out, unarmed, and tell him if that's how he wants to play, "Let's go!" We're about the same size.
He calls ME nuts, turns and gets in his car and leaves.

Am I some kind of trained hero? No.
Was I afraid? No.

It just seemed the natural thing to do.