Just remembered a great one, stupidity at its finest. $Rich$ does not = Smart.
I even drew a diagram to illustrate my story.
This guy had more cash than he knew what to do with. My climbing friend and I called his home, Satans Palace. Because he had multiple demonic statues in his front lawn area. The one in the back yard was made of brass- of a life sized demon perched on a globe, in a pose like it was screaming in pain toward the heavens. The front had 3 totems 10' tall and devilish in nature as well. Not to mention the other two 10' statues -of long skinny legged creatures with animal heads with 2' horns, each holding either a spear or other implement of death. The double front doors of his home were made of stainless steel and riveted all around. He was a fat slob of a man with- get this, blackened out eyes. And also lived with- get this, his sister, who was as kooky as she was hawt.
So were busting hump doing removals and pruning on an extremely uncomfortably hot and humid day. Ohio had a heat wave of triple digit temps that year. We were nearly stroked from the heat. He had a giant U shaped driveway that we had claimed half of with brush and 4' sections of 14" diameter logs of Quaking Aspens and Red Maple to be chipped.
Fat, rich and ugly comes home, pulling in the section of drive we left open for that reason, his bumper right up to the end of our brush in front of his home. He goes in for an hour or so -comes back out to leave, gets in his car and sits there. I'm up a tree thinking he's doing something in his vehicle, paper work, masturbating, who knows what. Then he starts laying on his horn. We're looking at each other like WTF. Then he steps from his car and yells; "YOU WANNA MOVE THIS BRUSH SO I CAN GET OUT OF MY DRIVEWAY!"
Mind you, he just pulled in, common sense would tell you to simply back out your drive. Nope!
My boss tells me to come down my tree, fire up the chipper so Mr. so & so can leave. I look at my boss and say, John, can't you just tell him to back up? My boss then tells me again -but this time while grinding his teeth.
We had at least an hour of brush to chip before his drive would've been cleared. And he's just sitting in his Jaguar waiting. About twenty minuets of chipping later, he opens his door and steps out the car all smiles and declares —never mind, I'll just back out.