Sounds to me like the biggest error the guy made was mistaking you for someone big enough not to get his panties in a wad over something so inconsequential. Getting a fellow aviator where he needs to be is one of the few things left about this job that makes me feel really good any more. My cockpit is a place of refuge for these fine folks, not a temple requiring the performance of some arcane ritual for entrance. 99% go out of their way to express their gratitude, and I just assume that the one-percenters are having a day like many I'd like to forget.
Except GoJetters and farters. That shizzle don't fly.