So my girl says don't move the car. She walks back into the restaurant and yells "whoever owns the white Mercedes, meet me in b the parking lot, NOW!" An old couple walks out and says what's the problem. My girl asks why they felt the need to park like that. The lady says, what's the big deal, we didn't touch the car. Then the lady accused us of being drunk and that her other car is a Maserati and for us to get back in our little car and leave. My girl said if if it wasn't for her being an old lady she wouldn't mopped the floor with her. Personally, I think they were toon old to even drive at this point. If that old couple got back to their car before I did,.... there's no way he could have backed out without his car going forward a couple inches first. Since it was on a steep incline.