I couldn't help but pull out my camera and start taking pictures of this lady's awesome parking job in our neighborhood last week. She started yelling at me to, "Either help or get the Hell out of here," apparently mistaking me for Hercules. Since I am not Greek, non-fictional, and don't think Hercules would drive a Nissan, I could not help lift her car out of the ditch. If she had needed me to drunk drive it somewhere I could probably do a pretty good job of that, but it looked like she might have that covered too.