For most of my career I was stuck behind a post so it didn't matter what time the sort was down--I couldn't go anywhere until those on both sides of me had left. The trucks were spotted so close together that I refused to try to jockey mine out until I had clear sailing. I made a lot of extra $$$ just sitting in my truck beating a weed waiting. On more than one occasion (usually when the center was being visited by the goon squad) a sup or even the center manager would jump in and move mine. Usually it involved rubbing the side of mine against the side of the one next to me. Scratches don't count as long as management does it. You know if you get enough scratches on your truck after awhile you can get a few of your own and no one knows the difference.