One day we had run out of ice, and were standing disconsolately staring at the huge line of ice supplicants, when a woman approached through the back way, wearing a mesh dress, with a parasol and carrying a live parrot on her shoulder. I had a brief and relatively one sided conversation with the parrot. Meanwhile, the woman asked:
Woman with Parrot: Would you take $100 for 3 bags of ice?
Ice People: We have no ice, and if we did you'd have to stand in line like everyone else. What makes you think you can bypass the process, anyway?
W.W.P.: We're rich, so we're used to doing things this way...
Ice People: (imagine a stream of invective too vile to reproduce here)
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