Excuse me? Pardon me?

I drove through McDonald's for my Diet Coke fix this morning on my way to the library. Though not my first DC of the day, I can't pass a McDonald's without stopping. They do have good diet colas. Anyway, I digress...

As I exited  the drive thru lane, a compact black car was backing out of a parking space. On top of the roof  there appeared to be a sandwich of some kind wrapped  in  yellow paper. You know, like a sausage biscuit or a McMuffin of some flavor. Being ever helpful and concerned for my fellow man, I stopped and motioned to them that there was something on top of their car. Friendly like. Good Samaritanish.

The windows were dark, so I couldn't see inside. I could tell there were several people in the car. I visualized a harried mom with little kids, one of whom was not going to get breakfast. I kept motioning and gesturing dramatically.

The back window rolled down and an arm signaled me around. Instead of just moving on, I, like the rabid do gooder that I am, lowered my own window and shouted, "You have something on top of your car!"
Smiling with all the concern I could muster.

A car full of teen aged boys guffawed, "We know!"

We know?? That's the best you got? Idiots!

 I growled, "It figures!" And if I weren't such a saintly soul I would have shouted a swear word in parting.

But, I'm quite even tempered and sweet spirited. I could never scream obscenities at young men with such clever and glib senses of humor. Never!!