Years ago, I guess I did, but in a wimpy way.
There was a family of evil-smelling gypsies who lived just down the street.
The father had a real condescending attitude towards women.
I was a new mom, broke, and lettered his carny wagon by hand for $250, which he sat in and watched me paint for 6 hours because he was in a hurry and supposedly couldn't walk back home due to health issues. He even complained if I got paint drips and kept asking for more illegal licensed Disney and WB characters on the damn thing, which had to be painted upside-down because it was a fold-out trailer.
He smelled like a rotten taco/sweaty nutsack and it had to be 90° inside the trailer.
I literally had milk dripping down my ribcage by the time he left (after paying me with $1 bills and trying to short me out of one!) My mom had come up to help with the baby and the other kids.
He came back the following week needing his wife's fortune teller A-boards repainted. I told him I was too busy, and wouldn't be able to work for him.
They left town about a month later and haven't been seen since.
One time I had to re-letter an insurance job, on a pickup I'd painted that tangled with a deer. The client's wife had designed the thing using the Microsoft Word distortion module, and it was ugly as sin. I was doing this thru a body shop, who had the insurance check. The bodyman's wife came out to check my work, and proclaimed it to be "crooked", and told me she wouldn't pay a dime until I fixed it. The client showed up and said it was just fine. So the bodyman came over in his towtruck to pay me, with his wife riding shotgun.
I told him, when he approached me with the check, to get his wife the hell out of my yard. With a look of long suffering, he sighed and drove off.
Oh and then there was the gal who ordered a sign, on her wood, who picked it up raving of how great it looked. Only to call back in a half-hour complaining that her BF didn't like it, that it was maroon and they had specifically ordered burgundy. Her father brought it back the next day with a can of burgundy paint and ordered me to repaint it. I told him to take the sign and the paint and never darken my doorstep again. Of course they stopped payment on their check. I always think evil thoughts when I drive past it, still maroon and sitting there taunting me.
Than many many moons ago there was a man for whom I'd painted some plywood signs (he gave me a $50 deposit) after delivering them, he called saying he didn't like them, that the lettering was too big. I told him to bring them back up to my shop. They are now the underlayment on my bathroom floor.
I once had a salesman type stop in and bug me, and when I pointed at my NO SOLICITORS sign he said "But I'm a lobbyist".
Also ran off two very aggressive YP beeyotches with the help of my older sister. They wouldn't take NO for an answer!
Sorry for the long post. Luckily all of those incidents are well over 10 years old. I'm learning not to take the BS so much from people.
Love....Jill