I pulled up to a parking spot with a beanbag in the middle of it near my apartment and stopped my car, hopped out, and placed the beanbag on the curb. The beanbag had already sat there for a few weeks now. I assumed it blew over, or came to life, or some rowdy teens kicked it (ending its brief miraculous life).
As I got back in the driver’s seat, this older cranky lady came out saying “I don’t want it here anymore, I don’t want it” and shoved the beanbag back into the parking spot.
I fumed for a millisecond and then said “okay” with cheer and got out again. I picked up the beanbag and moved it to the opposite curb (where she’ll still have to see it every day), then parked my car. She seemed okay with this.