When I am Queen, the streets shall run red with the blood of morons.
Our neighbors constantly insist on having their deliveries brought via the longest trucks possible. Which usually means they desire me to move my car. I was just asked to move my car by the truck driver. I walk out there and the next door owner is out there, planted in front of my car.
Guy: "You need to move your car."
Me: "That is why I am out here."
Guy: "Yeah, your car is in the way so you have to move in."
Me: "Yup.... That's why I am here..."
Guy: "So if you can move it...."
I ignore this last as clearly we are getting nowhere, start my car, and find him......... still planted in front of my car. I tap on my horn and he turns and looks surprised and then walks... right where I need to turn so I can get my car out of the way. So I move forward a few inches and he backs up... still in the same trajectory I need to get out of there.
Me: "In case it isn't obvious, you are right where I need to be driving."
Guy: "Yeah, your car is in the way."