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Head cheerleader tries arguing with my daughter over a parking space
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Then the sequel arrives in a crossover episode called the mom. She screeches to a halt like a stunt double and explains that the space is lucky, university admissions hinge on latitude and longitude, and superstition now outranks policy. When told luck isn’t parking science, she answers with a threat so cartoonish it brings a figure skater’s name into a public school plot line. Fortunately, phones record, audio exists, and the adults who actually do things are looped in. Police notified. Principal notified. Dash cam en route. The cheerleading program does not need a RICO lawyer; it needs a memo about first come first serve.
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peel it down and it’s simple. Public space is public. Status doesn’t assign stalls. Notes are not law. Threats get documented. Entitlement performs until consequences take the mic. The soccer captain walks a few extra yards and keeps the receipts. The only thing reserved here is the right to park where there’s room and laugh softly at curses that only work on people who believe in magic asphalt.