I was on my commute back from work and while checking the side mirror I noticed that the right door was on fire (the driver seat was on the right side of the car), so I stopped the car calmly and went outside to blow the fire away. Once the fire was out I checked the electrical wiring inside the door and under the seat, but nothing was wrong so I carried on, whatever.
Once I was right in front of my house I noticed that there were people inside and I couldn't park because there was also people outside, so I parked on the opposite side of the street and went inside to check. Inside there were a dozen of people who claimed the house was now theirs and told my family to fuck off. I very angrily went back to my car in order to actually park in front of our property. However there were 30ish people sitting on my parking spot to prevent me from parking. I didn't care and rushed to it, parking with a sick 90° drift with the handbrake effectively ending the lives of those "people" (squatters).