My parents and one of my mates live on a cul-de-sac that leads to a primary school. And so, after a month of peace and serenity the “school run mum” brigade return to cause havoc on that quiet residental street by dumping their Qashqais/Kugas/Range Rover Evoques/Audi Q7s or any other “soft-roaders” as near as possible (in a “sod the people living on this street, we rule the road” kind of way) to the school gates so they can drop off their little darlings and then drive back home (1/4 mile away on average.) 
They then return about an hour before the end of the school day and just sit in their 2.5-tonne runabouts, reading the Daily Wail and blocking driveways. 
*Dons tin hat in preparation for an onslaught from members of that group.