(At a “compound” for a “New Age” cult, we needed to replace the pump in their well. In order to get our truck close enough to the well we had to have them move one of their vehicles.)

Me: “Excuse me, I’m going to need you to move that suburban over there.”

Lady: “Ok, no problem.”

(She goes outside and yells at one of her people working on the yard.)

Lady: “Jebidyah, could you please get the keys and move the Starship?”

Jebidyah: “Sure thing!”