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My favorite is people who slam on the brakes and make everyone behind them wait for them while they park at the first spot they find at a parking garage (whether the current occupant has left or not).
Like, there are stairs and/or an elevator. It would take you less time and effort to park next to those and everyone behind you can park at the same time.
There's one in a shopping center I go to. The first row is always packed, the second row always has empty spaces. I always go straight for the second row, but I'm always the only person to do so. Thius enables me to park very close to the elevators with no searching, no hassle, no speed bumps. But all other cars kindly go around the whole carousel, no doubt hoping they will find a spot in first row. Which is often further from the elvators than my hassle-free second row spot. People are weird.
And because that took so long to explain and I just realized it might not be so easy to visualise, here's a little illustration. The white line is me, the red line is everybody else.