I used to park in the back yard next to where my husband parks his van. He would park a little ahead of me, I parked to the right his van is a "terrorist van." It is white and the only windows it has are the ones up front and 2 in the back. There are no side windows at all. That makes for HORRIBLE blind spots. One morning at about 5:30, he and his business partner leave to go to work. His partner is usually his navigator when it's dark and difficult to see with the mirrors. I was sleeping.
He comes back in the house, in the bedroom and yells at me. "Thanks for parking so close to me, I just ran into the front of your car."
I was barely coherent. "How is this MY fault? I am sleeping YOU ran into a PARKED car that is there every damn day"
"Well you parked differently this time or I wouldn't ave hit your car."
"Why didn't Bart (business partners fake name) tell you my car was parked there?"
"That monkey trucker (not what he REALLY said) can't see shit in the morning when it's that dark."
So he leaves, all pissed off. I got to work later that day and tell my co-workers about this incident. Still incredulous that he blames ME for something HE did.
My female co-workers all sympathized with me. After all, I was sleeping when incident happened. I didn't park directly behind him. I didn't sneak out there ninja style and pull in back of him at the last second. I. WAS. SLEEPING.
Almost 2 years later, he STILL blames me.