My mom, not very fulfilled by having 4 children in quick succession (we were 11, 10, 9, 8), used to tell us kids when we were getting on her 'last nerve' to go out and sit on the yellow line. Well, we lived just about 20 yards down a lane to Highway 95. So, one time too many she said it and the four of us, lead by the oldest (Moi), walked down to the highway and sat on the yellow line till she noticed. We didn't sit again for a couple of hours. Hot butts.
Now, I'm just sure there are many of you who have such tales to tell. Please do!
*Thanks for the idea, Grump!