Wish I was quick with the camera today. I was making repairs at a fast-food joint, had my truck parked at the curb next to the bldg front corner where the problem was located. Had a big red traffic cone behind my truck about 6 or 7 feet. Customers drove wide of me to the drive thru which was behind the building. Finished up, went inside to talk over the repairs with the manager. Came outside found a car "parked" a few feet behind my truck. Thought maybe they were waiting for someone inside the place, since other cars drove around to get onto the drive thru line. Then it dawned on me.... where's my traffic cone? Walked around the car, leaned down and saw my traffic cone under the car. Asked the 45-ish woman driver, "Do you know that you drove over my traffic cone"? "No". Stares at me. "Could you please back up so I can get my traffic cone"? She backs up, cone gets a little jammed up and scrapes her door and fender. Wish it got jammed up in her wheel well. I get the cone and put it back down behind my truck. She just sits there. So I dilly-dally in my truck a while on purpose for a minute or two. I walk over to her again, "You do know that you're not on the drive thru line, right"? Stares again. Looks away then back at me again. After a moment backs up and drives around me to the drive thru line. Some of them seem to slip by Darwinism.