That's supposed to be read in a deep, evil voice, btw.
Me: you can't park here. This is a company parking lot. (see people in building working)
Suburban Mom: We can't park here? You're telling me that none of these cars are for the parade?
Me: Yes.
Suburban Mom: Get back in the car, sweetie, so she can ruin it for you.
My brilliant idea that follow,
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