An old livejournal post:  

Jeez, at Noc Noc this weekend I had some guy try to pick a fight with me. I had accidently bumped into him and said I was sorry. Most people are in good humor about that sort of thing in a crowded club, but he wouldn’t let it drop. His schtick was so laughable, like he’d been watching too many Westerns where the bad gunslinger hangs out in saloons deliberately provoking fights. Or some Three Musketeers movie, where a duel is fought because someone brushes by you in the street. Addendum: another incident was reminiscent of Harvey Keitel’s character in The Duellists, some zhlob in the library last week was giving me grief because I was not being “a gentleman” to a lady. I’m going to have to watch that movie again to refresh my memory, because it was so similar to what happened, though somehow the Napoleonic Wars was a less incongruous setting.