Ok. My two pence worth. I've spun this dit about my seriously kinetic frontline military service before, but when I was in the ATC, I got dicked for car park duty rather a lot. This involved telling people where to park in a field at airshows/country fayres etc.
As the Arrse intelligentsia can appreciate, if you want to park X amounts of cars in a field, it helps to fill it up from the bottom.
Try explaining that to these mongs, who, to a man, insisted on parking "near the entrance" so no other fücker could get in.
People were also wanting to park in the shade so they could leave their dog in a hot car whilst the shade moved.
The fact that we were in ATC uniform brought all types of scorn upon us, even though we were merely being helpful, and weren't using it to infer any kind of authority (!).
Watching the end of the show become gridlocked to road-rage as they all refused to follow well-intentioned traffic direction was a thing of great hilarity.
The RSPCA also broke into a few cars to rescue distressed dogs at our behest, which made up for the abuse we'd been subjected to for our helpfulness.
So sorry,
@dingerr You weren't there man, you just weren't there.
(Stares off into middle distance)