I got cut off by the green duck boat the other day on St. James right in front of the Hancock. I mean, he was driving a little too close to the curb anyway (I mean, considering I was there next to him), and then I noticed him edge in closer, wedging me out.
I glared at the driver after they'd parked in front of the Pru, but I don't think he saw me. Too bad. My stare of death is pretty terrifying;)