Mine starts with a long car journey and ends with a privacy partition being chucked onto a lawn 
We once drove to my mum's house in France for Christmas, we were doing a 'car swap' on behalf of my grandparents and mum (as in taking GPs car from England to France and bringing a different one back).
A few days before we set off, a parcel arrived at my door. Apparently my mum told her friends in france that their DD could send her presents for them to our house and I'd pop them in the car. I never agreed to this and despite the parcel being HUGE I brought it. The day before we set off my GPs dropped the car off, we went to put our (small) suitcase and presents in to find a full boot. Mum had given them a list of British goods like Daz and Fairy Liquid because you can't get it in france and she wanted some. We were childless then so could only just fit everything in the back seats, I had to pull the passenger seat so far forward it nearly crushed my knees. Was looking forward to a lovely recline on the way but no chance!
16 hour journey later we arrived at mum's house, tired and gasping for a cuppa. We barely got a 'hello', they immediately opened the boot to check everything on their shopping list was there 
But the worst bit was when we went to come back. Looking back it's actually quite funny.
I was looking forward to being able to push the seat back and recline it this time as we only had our stuff, which we popped in the boot the night before we left. The car we were returning was a total tin can though, much older than what we took over and in terrible condition. The passenger door didn't open from the outside, only the inside.
On the morning we were leaving, it's about 6 hour drive to the port and our ferry was leaving at 4pm, so we thought for good measure we'd leave at 8am. We were up and dressed on time, and then mum mentioned 'oh we have a few boxes for you to take back for your nan if that's ok?'. i though 'FFS' and said as long as it's just a few as coming over was a joke....30 minutes later they're still arsing around trying to fit boxes in the back. They also dropped into the conversation that a few boxes were for their friend who lived in Congleton, did we mind dropping them off on the way back? (Yes we do mind it's a 50 mile fecking detour). We were getting really pissed off as they squashed boxes into the tin can car.
Then the piece de resistance.. out comes a privacy partition. A fucking privacy partition!! With jangly clinky jewel things on it. For my nan apparently. Stepdad, by some miracle, managed to fit in on the tin can via the parcel shelf, except it had to rest on the shoulder of the passenger seat. Meaning DH had to contort himself to open the passenger door to let me in. When I got in I found my seat was once again pulled really far forward, and that to avoid head butting the privacy partition (which clink-clanked every time you so much as breathed) I had to lean my head to the right.
Well I sort of lost it, I couldn't spend 16 hours like that, making my neck sore listening to the jangly rattling. I got out the car, ranted about how out of order they were expecting us to do this last minute, making us late setting off and cramming the car with crap. We were told that we were the lucky ones as due to the car swap we were saving mileage on our car (we'd have flown had the cars not been getting swapped actually and I wish we had). After a slightly Jeremy-Kyle esque row in the rather naice little gite, mum and stepdad huffed off back into the house, and we left the boxes for Congleton friend and the privacy partition on the lawn. After setting off I sent mum a text saying "your privacy partition is on the front lawn of you need it" which is hands down the most random text I've ever sent. We only just made the ferry with about 30 Seconds to spare!
Everyone made up but were reminded about that time we 'made a big fuss over a couple of small boxes and launched the vair expensive privacy partition into the soil' 