Judge Judy jogged my memory

I was writing a document today in work and while I was doing it I was listening to some episodes of Judge Judy through my headphones. As I was listening to this particular episode, it brought back a memory of a very funny thing which had happened to me whilst I was living in Italy.
Firstly, just in case you can't be bothered listening/watching all 10 minutes of the episode, let me summarise the Judge Judy program - girl was sueing boy for a broken window in her car, caused by the police, because they had to smash it when they couldn't wake him and he was dead drunk inside the car.
So going back to me and my time in Italy. I taught at a private language school and one of the other teachers, Monica, was from a small village, some 15k outside of Forli. I also taught a pupil from that same village, Rosie, who was a girl about my age, and we got on quite well. We met up on various occasions and did stuff together during the year I was there.
The village that they both came from, (Rocca San Casciano) had an annual festival, called the "Falo" and Rosie invited me over to stay at her parents' for the festival. It was great because she was really heavily involved in it - so the 1st night, which was the night before the festival, I was helping out finishing off the float, and stitching buttons on costumes, and the second night, which was the festival 'proper' we watched the procession from the square, and then, went back to her parents to watch the bonfire building (all part of the festival) that was going on in the river bed. Her parents' house backed on to the river - imagine medieval town where the river follows a route through the town centre and the houses are literally built into the banks of the river; the windows of her parents' house backed straight onto the river. It was a great vantage point. The 4 "borgi" (town areas) competed to build and burn the biggest bonfire and we sat and watched them from our great viewpoint.
Finally the time came for me to leave, and because Monica (the teacher I worked with) and her husband Marco were both from the village, but lived round the corner from me in Forli, we'd arranged to meet up at a particular time and they were going to give me a lift home.
We met up and had a swift coffee in the bar in town, well it was about 5am at this point, and we went to get the car. Marco had left it not far from his mother's house, in a tiny triangular shaped car park, at the corner of town.
Eeeeek! When we got there, totally blocked in. I mean it looked like 10 people had deliberately parked so as to not let us out! Good job I was with some locals. Monica, Rosie and Marco were pretty cool about it. They recognised a couple of the cars, and we spent an hour or so, running round, getting people's keys, shuffling the cars around in the car park like some giant game of solitaire!
Finally we were left with one car, it was literally the one directly behind Marco's car, and we'd not been too worried about it, as although it wasn't regognised by the guys, the drunken reveller who owned it, was actually fast asleep inside. (Ahaaaa! Now you see how the Judge Judy episode ties in!!!) We had decided not to try and wake him, as initially there were about 5 cars behind him and it'd have been pointless. But the time came when all those cars were out of the way, so we tapped on the window. Nothing. OK fine we thought, we banged on it a bit. Nothing. Well it went from the sublime to the ridiculous, we must have spent a good 10 minutes going from polite 'wakey wakey' type noises to all 3 of us rocking the car from side to side and shouting our heads off at him, to try and wake him up. There was a point at which we started to think he must have actually been ill, or in a coma, or worse, BUT, during the time we did see him move, and turn over, and given that it was late, on the night of the festival, we knew he was just beltin' drunk!
Nevertheless, we still needed to get the car moved to get home, so Marco went back to the bar we'd had our coffee in previously, where we'd actually been chatting to half of the town's police force, who were 'taking it easy' in the bar, looking cool, waiting for something to happen (in the style of Italian police everywhere!!!) Of course, Monica, Marco and Rosie knew most of them (had been at school with them etc) so it was a jovial crowd of them that Marco came back from the bar with!
They started off as we did, trying to wake up the lad in the car. They too, shook the car and shouted, and banged on the window, but nothing, and noone, was going to wake this boy from his restful slumber!
By this time, quite a few police, at least 10, were there, and a few people from the bar had come to have a look so there were about 15 chaps standing around. I was chatting with Rosie and Monica and we were having a laugh about it all. Once I'd realised the guy wasn't dead or in trouble, it was all quite amusing. Next thing we knew - the police had organised themselves and some of the guys from the bar, all around the car. I was wondering what was going on, when I heard the Italian equivalent of 1...2...3...hup! They bent down and picked the car up.........walked it through the car park and onto a side street, where they (non too gently) let it fall back down again. We were hysterical. The occupant was still snoozing away, none the wiser, and we were free to get our car out, which we did. The final manoevre was the police lifting the car again and putting into the space that Marco's car had just vacated. We spent the journey home wondering if he would notice that he'd moved car spaces in the night.
Thank-you Judge Judy episode, for reminding me of that funny funny event!!!!