I had a random memory pop into my head this morning from the early 90's, when we used to travel round to various gigs and festivals in the back of Greg's van, sitting on a sofa, with the back door open. Often, us ladies would get the predictable heckles from workmen, so we would heckle them right back, often through a megaphone.
One day, we decided to go one better, and after pulling away from some roadworks, we squirted the men with Super-Soakers....they weren't impressed and chased us down the road. When we got stopped at a 2nd set of roadworks, they almost caught up with us, so we had to super-soak them for our lives!