Years ago, at a large truck stop, the lanes were backed up with two-three cars waiting for each side of the gas pump islands. The guy in front of me decides to go shopping after he fills up and leaves his truck parked in front of the pumps. I wait 5 minutes, then 10. I'm trapped and can't move my truck, but, if only... sure enough, he left the keys in the ignition. So, I moved his truck and parked it safely away from the pumps. I pull up and begin filling. I'm nearly finished when he comes storming out of the store screaming "who moved my truck???" Nobody answered and I stood calmly by my truck, dark sunglasses on, trying to hide my smirk. Finally someone caved and pointed to me. He stomps over, cussing and screaming and threatening to beat me to an inch of my life. I calmly reach behind my back and tell him he will die before he gets the chance. As with most bullies, he stomps off, jumps in his truck, revs the engine and throws it into drive... only I set the emergency brake and I set it hard. He kills the engine after trying to tear the rear end from the suspension. The entire place burst out laughing... Don't know that I would do that anymore, but it sure was funny at the time.
Steve
