So it’s lunchtime.
I pull into a parking space at Subway, park the car, pull out the key, look over and see THIS out the passenger side window …
… right before HAVING A CORONARY.
This is a van. A van with a kid painted on the side. A van that, upon closer inspection, belongs to a music store.
Or simply, Holy Freakin’-Car-Jacking-Trumpet-Blowing-Window-Peeking-Crap-My-Pants Van.
Don’t DO this to me, people.