I once let a friend's boyfriend park his car for 2 weeks in my driveway. Didn't like him much, but as a favour to my friend I told him that he could park until the 21st (or whatever) and that on the 22nd his car would need to be "gone". The idiot then parked his car in the middle of the driveway, so we all had to edge around his car.
The 22nd came, and his car was not gone, so I called a bunch of tow truck companies to find the one furtherest away who would come and get it. Took me an hour, but oh - - it was worth it! They came, the car was gone. A couple of days later he came back and demanded to know where his car was.
I told him that we had agreed that his car would be "gone" on the 22nd, and that it was now "gone". He was not happy - he had a bunch of important stuff in his car that he needed for his university courses. Then he asked me where it was, and I handed him the card for the tow-truck company ('cause, I'm not a totally bad guy) .... and he freaked. It was one of those little towns in Southern Ontario that you can't find on a map, that you "can't get to from here" unless you were born to the area, and know the roads like the back of your hand. One of those 5 houses (and a tow truck company?) places that is not quite on the intersection that the map thinks it is. And it was an hour and a half away. I think he may have abandoned his car, because I never saw him driving it again. 'Course he never talked to me again.... Best part was, my friend and he had broken up while he was away - so she absolutely agreed that this was a good thing to do.
Doesn't help the OP, I'll grant.... but I still relish that memory.