I have a permanent scar on my left ankle due to the (admittedly indirect) consequences of some shit head blocking my car in.
We were going to a party. Fairly good friends, and I'd promised to take an extra dozen plates and glasses to eke out their supply. Village about 5 miles away (positively neighbours in this sparsely occupied bit of the country). I got to my car, parked herringbone on an area of public parking, just like another 25 or so, and some shitehead had dumped his/her car right across the front of mine, no way out.
I called the local fuzz on 101, but there was no way anything was going to happen in a hurry and we were meant to be there in 15 minutes. So DP had to take us both and the spare plates and glasses in his Transit.
Upside - I'd been meant to be the Designated Driver that night (DP and I take strict turns), but I'm not insured for the Transit so he had to drive, which meant I got to be mildly sozzled.
Downside - our destination was up a seriously tight, narrow lane, and when I got out, my left leg sort of got stuck down between the van and the bank and I had to be hauled out physically by DP and several other guests.
It wasn't until the next day that I discovered my left shin and ankle were a mass of bruises, and one has never actually gone away, after four years.
I never did find out who the bastard was. But if I ever see him again he'll get the banana up the exhaust treatment.