Any passing group of young men ought to be able to lift a Smart Car off in under a minute, probably just for the yucks, although you could offer them a little cash incentive. We moved larger cars than that as college pranks.
Years ago, I drove a Ford Festiva. One snowy day, I tried to leave the work parking lot, but a snowplow had piled up some snow. I gunned it a little bit to push over the mound of snow, only to find it wasn’t snow blocking the entranceway but in fact concealed a large concrete storm drain, and wound up straddling the drain, my front and rear wheels not touching the ground. The bottom of the car rested on the concrete. It was clear I was going nowehere without professional help.
Fortunately there was a service station with tow truck literally next door – it was the business next to my office. I walked over and asked for help. The guy fired up the tow truck, drove a hundred yards, pulled me off the obstacle with one yank. I thanked him and asked what the charge was.
The tow guy looked at his truck, turned and looked at where he’d just driven from, and turned back to me. “Usually we charge by distance,” he deadpanned.
I pulled out a $20. “Would this do?” He seemed quite happy with it, and perhaps also with the story to tell his peers.