A while back I was in a parking lot overlooking the ocean on a rainy day. A guy pulls in next to me with a Tundra and leaves his lights on. I wordlessly indicate he left his lights on in 2 different methods, and the second one earned me a scowl in return.
Eff it I thought.
1/2 hour later I hear the dreaded click, then the scowler comes over and asks for a jump.
Neither he nor I have jumper cables, but I do have some 12 awg leads with alligator clips from my compressor that will reach from my electrical cabinet to his battery with a 12 awg extension I have.
I inform him that this wire is very undersized for the task of jumpstarting, but after 20 minutes or so of my batteries feeding his through the thin wire, it should start. He indicates he can wait about that long.
I hook it up, my monitor indicates that my batteries are feeding 54 amps to his battery. As the wire and connectors heat up this drops down to the 25 amp range in about a minute, and I think my 20 minute estimate might be a little low. He wants to jump inside and try to start it instantly, and I inform him that don't bother yet.
Mutter mutter scowl.
The connectors on this improvised jumper cable are getting way too hot now and I am reluctant to melt them for this increasingly annoying stranger.
After 10 minutes I see him sneak into the driver's seat, and I know him attempting to start his engine will likely melt the undersized wiring, and I quickly disconnect the connector.
Somehow, enough amps had passed from my batteries to his to allow it to start anyway. I inform him he should put his battery on a charger overnight as the alternator will take 6+ hours to fully charge the battery.
He informs me that his new 140 amp alternator will recharge it fully in about 15 minutes.
I tell him this is impossible, that no way will his alternator make that much amperage, no way will the battery accept that much, and now way can the oem wiring carry that much current.
He took major offense to me informing him of battery physics, It looked like he wanted to hit the stranger who just helped him out. Wisely he decided he would likely end up pulverized if he tried.
Without even grunting a thanks, he got in his truck and drove away.
I wish there were less people in this area who would fuel my misanthropic tendencies, but a huge percentage of them just go through life chanting "ME ME ME" internally, and all their actions and interactions are tainted by this narcissism.