Here's one.
Before the race even starts.
Me: I'm starting in fifth.
Pitman: ok
He goes out and walks to 8th.
Me: I'm fifth!
He walks to 7th
Me: Fifth!!!
He walks to 3rd
Me: FIFTH! FIFTHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: holding up five fingers and he finally gets it.
This seems to happen every other race weekend. I swear that dude can't count.
But, then again he's a bottom of the barrell Pitman.