about two years ago, i left my house early one morning to pick up my mother at the airport and found that there was a car surgically parked between two others blocking my car into my driveway. my first thought was to smash their windshield with a hammer, but then i marveled at the parking job -- you couldn't have fit a pizza box between the front or back bumper of that car and the cars parked on either side of my driveway. "wow!" i thought, "that's the best parking job i've ever seen." it tempered my thoughts and i wrote them a nice note explaining my frustration at having to take a taxi to pick up my mother, but complimenting them on the most precise job of paralell parking i'd ever seen.
when i got home from the airport about two hours later, the offending car was gone and there was a pabst blue ribbon beer sitting on the hood of my car with a blue bow and a note which said (something to the effect of):
Dear Sir,
I was horrified to discover that I had blocked your driveway. I never would have done it intentionally, but I was very drunk when I parked the car.
