"Hey," I said, feeling uncharacteristically confrontational. "You wanna move your car, man? I'm walking here."
He looks up from inside his car, which is blocking not only my path but the driveway to the BK, never removing the cell phone from his ear. "Just go around," he suggests.
Going around him, rather than insisting that he moves his fucking car out of the way, seems less than an ideal solution. "Hey, a bald guy driving a convertible," I note, not going around. "That's original."
At this point, for reasons unclear to me, he leans on his horn. HOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNK.
"Wait," I say, confused. "Are you...why did you blow your horn? Do you want me to move?"
He scowls and pulls his car forward to clear the drive. What an amazing adventure.