The daughter of the couple next door to me arrives every morning in her little Toyota Yaris, parks it at her parents house so they can have use of it throughout the day then she walks to the station.
And every morning at 6.30am, the street is treated to the door to the house slamming as one (sometimes both) of the parents walk out into the street then "COME BACK LOVE!" "TURN YER WHEEL!" "BACK A BIT" "NO, YOU'LL HAVE TO GO OUT AND COME BACK IN AGAIN" "WOOOOAAAHH" (this yelled as she gets to one end of the football field sized space and a bit close to my car behind her) "OK LOVE, THAT'LL DO" (this meaning that the car is now within 2 metres of the pavement at a roughly parallel angle).
It's followed by short bitching session as she gets out of the car about how everyone always parks too close to "her" spot.
I haven't needed an alarm clock since I moved there. In case you're wondering, the driver is 34. And she still needs her parents to help her park… 🙄