I stopped at the local Mickey-D's on the way to work last night & there was a 1/2-ton Chevy sitting in the parking lot, half in the drive-thru lane. The lights were off & I couldn't see anyone in front of them in the line, so after a minute or two I pulled around them & back into the lane. It was then that I saw a guy on a bike was at the order-dealie. The lights on the truck flashed on & they gunned it forward to my bumper & started yelling & cussing at me. They continued with that until after I was at the pay window. Every time they pulled forward, they gunned the engine & then screeched to a stop right at my bumper. That's not fun when you're in a little bitty car & they're in a jacked-up 1/2-ton pick-up.
I probably should've explained to them that their lights were off, they weren't really in the lane & there were at least two car lengths of free space in front of them with no movement from them, so I assumed there was something wrong with their vehicle. I didn't say anything because it didn't sound as if they were the most rational folks on the planet & I didn't want to be late to work.