Felling your pain.
While in college, I was helping out my Dad one weekend at his house repairing and staining some redwood outdoor furniture and also some of the same to his backyard fence.

He had left a hose halfway uncoiled on the patio that he had used for something and when he came home from work he got pissy about it grumbled some, accusing me of always leaving the hose and stuff out. (Fact: I have since I can remember had an ADD/Compulsive need to clean tools, brushes, hoses and store them neatly)

So, when he kept up about it, I grumbled back a bit (After all, I had been sweating my arse off for about two days-that was my jackass justification for backtalk)

Anyway, I put up all the stuff I had been using (except the hose-continuing to be a jackass as I worked myself up about Dad's bad mood), went in to the folks house, showered and put on some clothes I had brought so I could meet friends to crawl around Fat City bars.

I was greeted in the kitchen as I was heading out the backdoor by my Dad who was triple livid, discerning that I had showed my arse passively aggressively by putting up everything but the hose. An infantry captain and D-Day survivor, he would have preferred me taking a poke at him to pussification.

So, we walked out the backdoor and along the patio, shoulder to shoulder, actually stepping over the hose, each growling at each other out of the sides of our mouths-me promising to put the hose up later and telling him I was late (like getting hammered had a real start time or wouldn't start if I was tardy), he telling me that he had things to do and didn't have time to argue with an idiot. The parting was, one might say, acrimonious.

I went to my 1969 Chevy Impala parked under the carport and he to his new model of the same.
I got in, angrily put the key in the ignition, fired her up, slammed her into reverse-
Heard a loud honk and looked up into the rearview mirror to see my Dad's lobster red face as I backed into his car.

We both got out, stood shoulder to shoulder looking for damage and seeing none looked at each other, said nothing and went our ways.

My Dad was a great man. He never, ever mentioned that to me or told anyone else about it.