I may have recounted this her before, but that little snippet reminded me.
Many years ago, (must have been early 1987) I lived opposite a small garage. My car was parked on the road, where some of their staff, and customers also had to due to limited space in their tiny yard. Their workshop foreman (Triumph 2000) and their car valeter (Lada 1200) would usually arrive about 10 minutes before we left for work wach morning. Both of these clowns would move right to my car, touch bumpers (all metal bumpers, including my Marina), then move away just a few inches. Often one ahead, one behind, so I would have to go into the reception and ask to be let out.
Then, I was replacing one Marina with another, so both were on the road. One day, the foreman reversed to one car, and moved away only an inch. So I trotted across the road, moved my other car up to his front, moved away an inch, and we went to work on the motorcycle. Left it three days, until the weekend when I was ready to swap radio over. Only then did I release him. Having had to beg use of the workshop van, he didn't do it again.
Later, one Saturday morning, the valeter squeezed tight to my rear bumper. In front was a Vauxhall HA van, signwritten with the details of a painter/decorator, based 15 miles away. This particular part of the street was only near our five properties opposite, so only us and the garage were likely customers of that van. When I went over to ask to be released, the workshop manager, on duty that morning, happily stated that the valeter had gone into town on an errand, and they knew nothing about the van, so, tough. Two customers waiting while their cars were worked on looked a little surprised at his rudeness, but he, like his staff, seemed unaware of the poor attitude their actions conveyed.
Across the road, back home, I dialled the number on the van. (No mobiles then). The guy's wife answered. She couldn't tell me any details, but only knew he was painting a car showroom. Back across the road, "He's not back yet" was the greeting from the manager. "You're having your showroom painted?" I said. A surprised look, as he realised the significance. Before he replied, "Would you like to ask him to move his van, while I explain to these two customers about the black marks on the exit from the yard." He moved rather quickly.
Never blocked in again.