Once when showing a school available for rent to the NYC Dept of Education, I ran across the specialist snowflake of the day.
There was a little-used roadway between the school location and the apartment building across the street; when school was in session, the street was closed completely and after school hours, barricades narrowed it to one lane and the speed limit kept at 20 mph.
SS and her SS sister and her SS niece were in a very expensive SUV which came whipping 'round the corner and accelerated well past 20 mph. Careening, the SUV leapt the curb and smacked headlong into the wrought iron gates which delineated the school yard to a height of about a story and a half. The fence and gate were deeply embedded in the concrete of the yard, and had stood there since about 1911.
SUV driver got out of the car, her sister got out of the car, and the niece got out of the car. All came over screaming at us that "it wasn't their fault - that we had (wait for it) moved the street and gates so that they blocked her vehicle. (Liberally laced with profanity. Yes. All of them, cursing like sailors, including the nine-year-old.)
When I said that they would have to stay and wait for the police to come (non-emergency, Queens, could be a while,) the nine-year-old sneered "what are you, a lawyer?" "No, but I am," said our counsel, who was on this site tour with me. "So am I," said the attorney for NYC's Department of Ed, who was also on the site visit. All told, we had twenty people who were standing within 20 years of this occurrence, all of whom were either with the Department of Ed or with us as the property owners.
After 40 minutes of variously cursing, calling their husbands and having the husband demand that we "release" them, having them accuse us of holding them up for money, and other invectives and epithets, the driver suddenly remembered that the reason she was speeding home was that she had left her baby home alone, just a little baby, almost new, and that her husband would be mad if the baby were alone for so long and that she wasn't allowed to go out shopping which is what she was doing and that he was going to beat her now.
Department of Ed = mandatory child neglect and abuse reporters. Out came the cell phones to report an abandoned child at the address of the registered driver of the SUV (we had also asked for driver's licenses and photographed them with our cell phones as well as having the license number of the SUV which we provided to the police dispatcher.)
When the police finally arrived (another unit having gone to the house to check on the "baby",) we gave them our business cards and left, while our attorney stayed behind. As we were all calling out farewells to each other as we streamed back to our cars or to the subway, the 9-year-old started screaming "They are leaving the scene of the accident! We get to leave! We demand to be free!" The cop looked at the girl's mother and suggested that she get a refund for the tuition for the law school where the girl went. Then pointed out to the driver that generally, there are two participants in an accident and that the wrought iron fence wasn't going anywhere.
I'd forgotten that story.