The luxury limo battles oncoming traffic and other four-wheeling wagons in the parking lot for the first-in-line spot at the crosswalk. "Ha, ha! You'll never catch up with me - my Papa's pulling this hot rod, see you at the patch, slow pokes!" "Aw, man! I gotta share my ride with these big orange balls. Who's idea was this?"
What happened to the comfortable and spacious wagon I knew only moments ago?
Well now that I've been booted from my ride, I guess I'll feign some interest in the pumpkins. After all, I'm sure my gramma needs my expert advice on which ones to take home.