I live with obstructions. Something blocks my view frequently. There’s not much to do on the go in the car. Get out and stop. Of course not! You have to get out and stop. Ha ha, that would be stop and get out! I have a very patient wife. The former was not. There is a balance to be struck. Stop! Or go! It’s a choice.
I chose to remain – happily married – not an oxymoron if you play your cards right!