Last time I landed at Denham a truly enraged miserable old fart stormed up to me and suggested I had flown excessively close to his rusty old plank in my '44 whilst heading for the fuel pumps.
I had actually given him a pretty wide berth and his control surfaces had not flapped about at all, but being in a hurry I apologised and left. I think his problem was more likely to do with being old, having no money and an ugly wife.
I have had planks parking right under my rotor disc and once had a car drive under it while the rotors were turning - it nearly became a convertible.
SB