This was an entirely new one on me.
A little while ago, I go to take the trash out (because, hey, it's trash night) and I figure as long as I'm going that way, I should take some of the recycling stuff from its interim inside can to the outside real recycling can.
So I walk out the front door and there's a guy sitting on the little wall in front of our house talking on his cell phone and I don't think twice about this, because it's not like his ass is going to hurt the wall or anything. Then I put the trash in the trash can and I dump the bottles and cans into the recycling can and he turns around and gives me a dirty look. Which is quickly followed by him saying to me loudly, "Do you mind? I'm on the phone here!"
I smiled at him and said "No, I don't mind at all." Then I picked up the recycling can and shook it around like a big pinata until he stormed off in a huff.
Ah, Brooklyn...we're on the forefront of everything!