Son of a bitch hit me with his taxi door

That seems kind of nice to me.

Sorry to hear about your calf. Random acts of stupidity get my goat, too. I don’t mean to egg you on but here’s what I’d do to ‘get even’ without anybody getting hurt.

First, form a mental image of his taxi being flung into outer space where it settles into permanent earth orbit.

Then his soul being squeezed from his body like toothpaste and hurled into the nether world where it roasts for eternity.

His lifeless body is then tossed onto his doorstep with the following note affixed to his undoubtedly chicken chest:

“Coulda, shoulda, woulda my Ass!”

The aforesaid is all purely mental, of course. If that doesn’t work I’ve got some other ideas.