3 years ago I moved to a new city, and it just so happens to be the eastern most one in North America. It's tiny, and I work at the very fucking end of the last road before you are in the damn ocean. Only one point of access. At the time I was living along that road (it's all houses as you go up the hill). For some reason they decided to shut down the road for a local marathon. Apparently it was all over the radio news but it's 5 minute drive so I don't put on the radio since it'll just be ads.

In short, I had no idea about it. I got up, got in my car, started getting to work, and I get to a stop and some volunteer with a tiny STOP sign table tennis paddle approached me and chewed me out.

"What are you doing the road is closed for a marathon!"

"I wasn't aware but i live on this road and I gotta go to work."

"You should have planned ahead, and it's a holiday so work is closed!"

"I work in tourism at the top of the hill so no, I don't get the day off. How should I have planned ahead? Go to work hours earlier and wait for the building to open?"

They huffed, then let me through.

To make it all better, this city is small. 200,000 people. I never saw any of the marathon runners.

Turns out it's an annual event and they close that road every time and my work has to tell them that people work at the top of the hill and to allow traffic through thankfully the last time it was on a Sunday so I didn't have to worry about it.